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I know this incredibly general, my apologies in advance.
I will always address You with respect and in the correct subservient manner. (Mistress)
Educates Me on learning new things
Guide and email me
email and share your views about Domination.
I want to try some strict rules of you.
I will fully learn my duties as a slave.
I will obey my Mistress at all times without question or hesitation.
Please give a response to your slave
keep smiling My goddess (Mistress).
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FEMDOM WIFE STORY
SLAVE TO FEMDOM WIFE
I am the luckiest man alive. I am 32 years old, a husband, a father, and my wife's full-time sex slave. We've been married now for 11 years, and I have never been more in love with her. Our sex life has never been hotter than it has been starting about 2 years ago when I gave her complete and total control over my erections and orgasms. I know it might sound crazy, but sex has become so intense since I've lost control over it. You know how they say that things become more important when you lose them? Well, it's sure true in this case. Over the years, our sex-life had become routine. Not bad or boring, but just sort of plain. But, now it is a fantastic treat that my wife allows me to have when she decides to. My sexual satisfaction has become the last priority (or no priority at all) in our relationship. When my wife allows me to engage in sexual acts with her, it is only for her pleasure, and she continually reminds me of this. She holds the key to my CB-3000 chastity device, which I am required to wear 24/7, only allowing me to remove it to shower. After I get out of the shower she immediately locks me back in my "cage." If I achieved an erection while in the shower, she ices me down until my dick shrinks and she can lock it up. I am also required to have a Brazilian wax twice per month, to keep my cock and ass smooth and hair-free. Her control over me is complete. Not only am I denied regular orgasms, but denied the most manly of things: erections. She tells me that "my" cock is really hers, and she decides how and when it is used, and I love her for it.
I usually go 1-2 weeks between releases (but, I have gone as long as 3 months), which can be an orgasm (rarely), but more commonly is just a milking. Mistress says milkings are better because it cleans me out without allowing me the pleasure of an orgasm. My pleasure and orgasms are very special treats. In contrast, my wife has multiple orgasms on a regular basis, usually every day or every-other day. There are many ways that she requires me to give her those orgasms, and I will describe most of them to you. Keep in mind, that I am required to be in my cock cage for most (if not all) of the time I'm servicing her. Mistress tells me that it keeps my mind on what is important: her satisfaction, instead of my own cock. She is absolutely right. When I'm performing my sexual duties for her, I am always doing my best to see that she is fully satisfied, because I know that that's the only way I am ever allowed a chance at release. If I do the slightest thing that displeases her, I am usually guaranteed another week or two in frustration. Actually, even if I do everything right, she will often still not allow me a release. That is her right. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. This is the way it should be, and I am grateful to her for keeping her firm control over me. She is my Mistress and her pleasure is all that matters. My releases are a gift she allows me to have when she feels like it. I cannot earn them, she can only give them.
When she desires servicing, she calmly and matter-of-factly orders me to strip. I must obey immediately without speaking or questioning. No matter where we are, I strip naked with only my cock-cage on, followed quickly by the leather slave collar she places on me. She will sometimes place a ball stretcher on me as well, if the mood strikes her. Also, she will often use a variety of bondage gear on me (she always likes to maintain as much control over me as possible) including spreader bars, hand cuffs, nipple clips, etc. Her first rule is that before any sexual activity begins I am required to have my ass plugged, with a large, cock-shaped (very realistic) butt plug. This is always mandatory before I am allowed to service her. Mistress tells me that this is to keep me mindful that she is in charge, that I am her slut, and that all good sluts need to a cock up their ass on a regular basis. During the time I'm allowed to service her, she wants me to have the constant feeling of "her" cock in my asshole, so that I never forget for one second that she owns me and controls me. However, just before Mistress plugs my ass, she usually likes to warm me up by ordering me to get on my knees, pushing my face to the floor, cuffing my hands behind my back (Mistress likes to cuff me, as it takes one more feeling of control away from me), placing an icey gob of lube on my asshole, and ramming her large strap-on dildo into me. She loves to fuck me for a good 10-15 minutes to get me loosened-up, while she holds my cuffed wrists, slaps my ass and verbally humiliates me. While I'm on my knees and she's got her hands on my hips driving her cock into me repeatedly, all I can do is think of how much I love her and how grateful I am to be owned by her. After my fucking, and immediately after she pulls her "cock" out of my ass, she replaces it with the butt plug I described, which isn't removed until after I'm done servicing her. At this point, she will sometimes give me a good paddling if she feels I need it for any reason. I have to tell you that the feeling of her "cock" in my ass, and her "cage" on my dick, while I'm performing for her all combine for the most erotic, exciting feeling I have ever known.
Regardless of what she's in the mood for, she almost always requires me to begin with an extended pussy eating. She usually makes me lie on my back, hands still cuffed, and sits on my face (another form of control), but sometimes she has me kneel before her long, widely spread legs and eat her out. When she really wants it to last, I may have to perform this for 30-60 minutes or more (while she grabs my hair and grinds my face into her pussy), but sometimes she only wants my mouth on her pussy for the first of her many orgasms (so, maybe 10 minutes of pussy eating). This form of servicing is most common, because she can have it almost anywhere and at any time. I eat my beautiful Mistress's pussy nearly every day, sometimes multiple times per day. I may be required to perform this for her at any moment, no matter where we are. For this reason, Mistress always wears a skirt with no panties when we go out. Several times she has pulled me into a public restroom, plugged my ass (always mandatory), and had me eat her pussy while she sat on the back of a toilet. Mistress has had me eat her out in movie theaters, under the table at restaurants, at a libraries, and in the backs of cabs, to name a few. In public, she usually only wants a quick come, then she tells me to return to my place (at her side) and we go about our business. When we are in private however, the pussy eating is almost always just a prelude to more serious sexual servicing.
It's at this point that she's usually ready for a good stiff cock (but not necessarily mine). So, I will usually either be required to put on my strap-on (my cock stays in it's cage underneath the belt, along with the butt plug in my ass), or my head-harness (with a dildo protruding from just below my nose). Mistress often likes me to wear these items because allows her to achieve as many orgasms as she desires, while completely denying me any sexual gratification. In most cases, I am to remain on my back and she rides my face or groin. Mistress usually will not allow me to get on top of her, as she believes that position is "too dominant" for me to be allowed to be in. I am her bitch, and she always gets on top of me. I really like when she makes me wear the head-dildo, because it allows me to breathe in the scent of her delicious pussy and ass while she rides me to orgasm, and that is a wonderful treat. She will ride me hard like this until she has had as many orgasms as she wants. Between her orgasms, she will often mix things up by making me eat her well-oiled and beautifully shaved cunt. She always reminds me what a honor this is for me, and she is right. She could, if she decided to, have me service her without ever being able to touch her beautiful body, or smell her scent, or taste her juices (and she sometimes does this). She occasionally allows me these pleasures (of smelling, tasting or touching her) because she is a kind and wonderful Mistress, and I love her all the more for it. In reality, it is much easier to perform for her when she denies my cock an erection, and denies it access to her pussy. She knows she can fuck me as long and as hard as she wants with no worry of me "not lasting." She will normally choose this form of fucking (maybe 75% of the time). Although Mistress likes to tease me with actual stimulation to my cock, she also says that sexual stimulation is a treat (even without orgasm) and must be given to me sparingly.
Fortunately (and unfortunately), she sometimes decides that she wants a warm dick in her, instead of (or in addition to) her various toy cocks. That is when things get really difficult for me. When this is the case, Mistress will unlock my cock, sheath it in a rubber (if she's feeling merciful), or (if I'm being punished) she will slide her beautiful cunt (or asshole when she's in the mood) down my bare dick. You might think that this is a treat, and you are partially right. It is a wonderful treat to be allowed to fuck my Mistress, but it is also a terrible torture. Remember, I am not allowed an orgasm unless she gives me permission, even (and especially) when she's fucking me. It is extremely difficult to go a week or two (or more) with no release, then have your Mistress slide her warm, wet, tight pussy down your bare dick, ride you hard, and not come. Very, very difficult. Thankfully, the Mistress only does this when I'm being punished, or when she just feels like torturing me. I can tell you that if I was ever to come without permission while she was riding me, I would be punished severely. I can easily imagine her forcing me to service her for months, fucking her bareback, without allowing me a single milking or orgasm. That's only one possibility. I'm quite sure I would have to endure her most sinister tortures for such a transgression. Thankfully, I have never disobeyed her in this respect.
The biggest moment of nervous anticipation for me comes after Mistress is satisfied and has had all the orgasms she wants during the sex session. It is at this moment that I discover whether or not I will be allowed a release. Mistress is a very loving and generous owner when I have pleased her, but that is not to suggest that she allows me my release every time I perform properly. Not by a long-shot. The only incentive (besides her pleasure) for me to perform perfectly, is a CHANCE of a release. It is never, ever, guaranteed. Mistress says it would not be good for me (or her) in the long-run. She says the only way she can assure that I will stay obedient, subservient, and continue to perform at the level she requires, is to keep my orgasms as a rare gift. This means that after I service Mistress, she will often just kiss me (while still panting from her last orgasm) and inform me that she is done with me and that there will be no release today. If I complain, or show the slightest disappointment, I can be assured that swift and stern punishment will follow. Once, after 3 weeks without a release and continuous daily servicing of my Mistress, she told me I could orgasm. I began to stroke myself, and she laughed and said she changed her mind. I groaned in disappointment, which was a big mistake. I quickly had my cock cage replaced, was forced to kneel with my hands secured, my ass in the air (with the butt plug still firmly embedded) and received a long, firm paddling (if you've never been paddled with a butt plug in your asshole, it is quite an....experience). While paddling me, she explained that I should have immediately thanked her for allowing me to service her and thanked her for not allowing me my release. I have since learned that it always in my best interest to remember that my only "job" is to please her, and that I should always be happy with any decision she makes no matter how badly I need to come, because if I don't, I will simply be extending and increasing my torment.
Now, if Mistress tells me I will have no release, then I immediately kiss her and thank her, get up and get her some water (if she needs it), help her clean up, clean any toys she was using, then remove any gear I'm wearing (including my ass-plug) and shower. If she's been riding me bareback, I always ask her permission prior to washing her delicious juices off my cock, because sometimes she prefers my cock to smell like her pussy for a few days. If I still have a hard-on after cleaning up (which often is the case), she usually handles this in one of two ways. Sometimes, Mistress will put me on my knees (with head to floor) give me a firm paddling until I lose my hard-on. If this isn't enough to do the trick, she will also put a pair of panties on me, with a bag of ice in the front, and combine that with a good ass-paddling. No matter how long it's been or how badly I need a release, my hard-on usually cannot endure much of this, and quickly shinks. Mistress then quickly locks me back in my cock cage. When the Mistress makes a decision that I am to go without, I guarantee she will do whatever she needs to do to get my cock back into its cage, where it belongs. Believe me, when you've gone weeks without coming, being in a cock cage is the only safe place for you.
If, however, she is feeling very generous and I have properly serviced her, she will occasionally allow me a release by milking me. When this is the case, she will usually first ice me down (again, sometimes in conjunction with a paddling), and replace my cock-cage. I am usually required to be in my cock-cage for a milking (there is a hole in the top of the cage to allow my come to leak out of). I am usually not allowed the honor of having both an erection and a milking at the same time, because I am her slut, and Mistress says that having an erection and spilling my seed is a bit too manly for me (however, there are rare occasions when she will allow it). After locking me up, Mistress will have me assume my standard, subservient position (on my knees with my face on the floor or pillow), cuff my hands behind my back, get the Aneros (a cock-like tool she bought just for the purpose of milking me), lube me, and slide it into my asshole. As an added level of subservience, she will sometimes also place a cock-shaped ball gag in my mouth, and secure it to my head (at this point she has no more use for my tongue). She then slides the tool in and out of me for about 10-15 minutes, fucking my ass and massaging my prostate until my seed simply leaks out of my caged cock, into a waiting glass or saucer. I experience no orgasm in this manner, just a pressure (like having to urinate) until she has milked the sperm out of me. When Mistress does me the great honor of taking time out of her day in order to milk me, she always collects my come as it leaks out. Next, Mistress immediately requires me to roll over (or sit up on my knees), pours it into my mouth, and requires me to swallow it (an act I absolutely detest). This is for two reasons. Firstly, Mistress considers this my way of repaying her for the kindness of taking the time to milk me and allowing me a release. Secondly, Mistress knows how much I hate eating my own come, so to her it is a sign of subservience and obedience for me to be on my knees or back, willingly open my mouth while she pours my seed in and watch me swallow it. I am required to maintain eye-contact with her while she feeds me my come so that I remember the reasons I am being required to swallow my own sperm: because she controls me, because she is a generous and loving Mistress, because it is my privilege to serve her, and quite simply because she wants me to do it. I swallow my come as a tribute to her, and to display my love and obedience. I always thank her after she milks me and feeds me my come. On occasion, and as a special treat, Mistress will sometimes collect my come, and pour it over her wonderful pussy, and require me to lick and swallow all my come off her beautiful cunt. If I do not clean her completely, I can expect severe punishment.
The rarest of all treats is when she actually allows me to ejaculate and have an orgasm. There are different ways she will allow this. Usually, when I am allowed an orgasm, she will have me kneel on the floor before her. She will spread her legs, so that I may look at her beautiful pussy, and she will order me to masturbate (the only time I am ever allowed to do this). It is a very subservient act, as I pump away, on my knees, with her watching me. It usually will only take a few pumps at this point until I spill my load. Even though she is allowing me to come, she still maintains a level of control and superiority over me by closely observing me during this act, and usually verbally humiliating me. Sometimes for her amusement, she will paddle me or fuck my ass with a dildo or her strap-on while I am allowed to masturbate. If I cannot come in a set amount of time, she will lock me back into my cock-cage until next time.
As an even rarer reward, she will sometimes grace me with her touch and jack me off personally. Mistress almost never uses her mouth on my cock. She feels that it is not a dignified act for an owner to perform on a slave. But every so often, she is in the mood for it. She will alternate jacking my dick (and/or sucking it) and squeezing my balls until I spew my come all over my stomach. The rarest treat of all (perhaps once in a one- or two-year period) is when she will allow me to come inside of her. It is only as the greatest of rewards or when she is at her most generous that I am allowed such a wonderful experience. When Mistress allows me such an honor, she will sometimes follow it up with immediate punishment, like a good paddling, just so that I do not take it for granted.
Usually when Mistress gifts me with an orgasm, she will not require me to consume my own seed after I come, because she knows how much I dislike it and because she understands that this is a special (and rare) moment for me and wants me to enjoy it fully. This is another example of her kindness as a Mistress. But, like everything else, there are sometimes exceptions. Sometimes (just to keep me off guard) she informs me after sex that I will be allowed to come (at which point I get very excited) and then allow me to proceed to orgasm in whatever why she decides. Before I get too far though, she will stop me and tell me that if I want to continue to orgasm, I will be required to either eat my own come (she loves the look on my face when she tell me this), or if I don't wish to eat it, I will not be allowed to come for 1, 2 or even 3 months after this orgasm (whatever she's in the mood for).
Imagine the scene. You have not had a milking in 2 weeks, and are desperate for a release. Your Mistress has required you to perform regular sexual servicing on her for those two weeks. She has just fucked you for the last hour, and your throbbing cock is covered in her slick juices. She then tells you that you can come, but throws this little dilemma at you with a smile. I will usually choose to eat my own come, because at that point I am so desperate for the orgasm that eating my sperm seems like nothing. But after the orgasm subsides, and the sexual excitement begins to wane, I suddenly have second thoughts. Do I choose to have her to pour the slimy seed down my throat and watch her smile while I swallow it down, or resign myself to being without orgasm for 60 days (or maybe more). It is a difficult moment to say the least. But it is a scenario which I wouldn't trade for anything. She likes to keeps things interesting, so she varies the details. Once she told me that I could come in her pussy, but before I did, she told me that I would be required to eat all of my come out of her immediately after orgasm. I agreed, then after orgasm, made the mistake of asking to be let out of it (eating my come). Mistress got quite angry, pushed my head back onto the bed, straddled my face, and dumped my entire load (which you can imagine was very large after not coming for weeks) down my throat. She was very cross with me for asking to be let out of eating my come, so the next 5 orgasms I was allowed (over the course of maybe six months) were followed by immediately having to swallow a full mouthful of my come. Three of those times I had to jack off into my hand, which I then had to lick clean. The fourth time, she sucked my cock (a very rare event). After I came in her mouth, she immediately spit the wad into my mouth, for swallowing. The fifth orgasm was the topper. Mistress had me give her an enema prior to our sex session and (you guessed it) I was required to come by fucking her ass and immediately after (even before the pleasure of my orgasm had subsided) she sat on my face and I was required to eat my seed as it leaked out of her open asshole. Believe me, I learned my lesson. But again, although I hate to eat my own come, I love my Mistress for forcing me to do so. Why? Because I love her, and I love her control over me. These acts reinforce the fact that she controls me, which makes me happier than you can imagine.
When we had regular, "normal" sex during the beginning years of our marriage, and when I used to masturbate on regular basis, having an orgasm was such a common experience for me that it was nice but not fantastic. Since Mistress took control over me, filling my ass, controlling my erections, milking me, and began deciding if and when I would be allowed to come, my orgasms have become one of the most intense sexual experiences I have ever known. Coming now is like a thousand fireworks going off in my head. I actually see stars and get light-headed. My body shivers, shakes, and sometimes I go numb afterwards. It is the most incredible thing I have ever experienced and I wouldn't trade it for anything. I owe all of it to my beautiful, perfect Mistress and wife, whom I love more than anything in the world. As I said, I am the luckiest man alive. |
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FEMDOM WIFE STORY
FEMDOM WIFE - DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE STORY
I paused as I heard the front door open and shut. What timing my Mistress had as
usual. I was just completeing my household chores as she arrived home. I quickly
finished scrubbing the toilet and rushed to the living room to see her. She was
reclined in what used to be my big easy chair but was now her chair. As a matter
of fact it was rare that I got to use any of the furniture anymore as I was
usually on the floor at her feet.
I noticed there were quite a few packages dropped alongside the chair. Obviously
a fruitful shopping trip. I knelt on the floor by the chair, clad only in my
chastity belt and a pair of pink frilly panties and lacy apron, and kissed her
hand and said: "How did your day go Mistress?"
"Oh it was great but I am tired and my feet need your attention."
That was my signal to get busy and I did. I slipped her shoes off and began to
massage her beautiful but sweaty feet. After a few minutes of hand massage I
started with my tongue to clean them thouroghly. While licking and sucking on a
pair of sweaty feet is not fun, I know what is expected of me. And after being
locked up in my chastity belt for 73 days without release I was doing anything I
could to make sure my lovely wife/mistress was happy. I thought back to my last
time out of my belt:
Mistress had me strapped to the X frame in our playroom. Initially she had me
bound with my back available for a session with her cat 'o' nine tails. Then she
had turned me around and after some attention with the whip to my chest she had
attached some alligator clips to my nipples and put the gag in my mouth. Then
she had unlocked my belt for what had been the first time in 61 days. My cock
became almost instantly erect. When Mistress saw this she grabbed a ruler off a
nearby table and held it up to my cock.
"Look at this, it is not even 5 inches. I hope you realize now why you will
never be putting that puny thing in me again. Why you are lucky that I even
bother to let it loose at all. But you have been doing well servicing me with
your tongue and with all your other household duties so I am going to allow you
some relief. You took your whipping well and so now is the moment you have been
waiting 61 days for."
With that she brought out something I had never seen before. She unrolled what
looked like a condom onto my cock but there was a clear plastic tube attached to
the tip.
After unrolling the rubber down the legnth of my cock she grabbed the clear tube
and attached it to the breathing hole in my penis gag. Then she reached down and
started to stroke me.
"You only have 5 minutes to cum and make sure you suck it all up the tube."
Well after 61 days I didn't need 5 minutes and let loose after about 2. I sucked
on the rubber penis in my mouth and watched as my cum went up the tube and felt
it go down my throat. Mistress stopped stroking as soon as I started to let
loose and so I found myself sucking for all I was worth to try to milk as much
out as I could. When I was done my Mistress looked carefully at the tube and
pointed out where there was a slight coating of cum still in the tube and she
said:
"Well the tube is not clean and until it is it doesn't come off. I am tired and
am going to bed now. I hope when I return in the morning the tube is clean or
you will be whipped again. Don't wait to long to piss or it may dry and then you
get the whipping for sure. Good nite." And with that she left the room and I
heard her going up the stairs to bed.
What a long nite that was. But when she came down and checked on me the next
morning the tube was free of cum. I had pissed 3 times over the nite to make
sure. She had then released me after of course my chastity belt was locked back
on. Which brings me back to the present.
After I was done with my Mistress's feet and we had dinner and I had put away
all of the clothes she had purchased I found myself tied spread eagle on the
guest bed. She unlocked my belt and started to play with me. When I found myself
getting close she could sense it and would stop and let me cool off. While doing
this she sat on my face and enjoyed the pleasures of my tongue to the tune of 4
orgasms. Then she climbed off me and showed me what would become her favorite
toy.
A riding crop! She promtly started to whap my erection with it till I went limp.
She repeated this twice more and then while I was limp again I felt my belt
being put back on. I cried out in frustration:
"Please Mistress-I beg you please let me cum. 73 days I have been in agony for
you. Please I beg you Mistress, let me have some relief!"
I heard the lock click shut!
"No relief this time. Remember when you got a little whiny last week begging me
to be let out? Well I decided at that time that you would have to go 90 days
without relief and it has only been 73. I really enjoyed using my new toy though
so you can expect this treatment often until your 90 day sentence is up. Look at
it this way at least now you know how I am going to get you limp enough to go
into your belt."
I cried out in frustration. My balls felt so swollen with the need to let loose
and the never ending frustration of my penis trying to get hard in its confining
metal tube was just too much.
Mistress stradled my head again and said:
"Get busy I want another orgasm before I go to bed. Just remember your cock is
mine and I am the one that decides when you get to cum. And that time is not
now."
I had no choice but to start licking and try to ignore the pain of being denied
release again. Who knew when I was accepted by my wife as her slave that it
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Dominant Wife - Femdom Story:
A life with Dominant Wife
Real life story of submissive husband and dominant wife.
Although today is Saturday, my Wife's busy schedule includes breakfast downtown with a prospective client. She works so hard as O/our Breadwinner! Accordingly, She rose early to take a shower and get dressed in one of Her suit skirts while i dropped off the Girls at band and basketball practice. When i returned, i decided to give my Wife a little show and stripped naked before i busied myself with my normal Saturday chores.
As i was making the bed in the nude, my Wife approached me from behind and gave me a squeeze on my bottom. "How can you expect Me to just go off when you are prancing around like that slave?" She asked. i turned and faced my fully dressed Wife. "It is already so warm today, Mistress that i thought that i would be more comfortable like this," i lied. "I don't think that was the real reason," She laughed. "you are a little Clit tease, you know that, don't you?" She smiled. "Yes, Mistress," i readily replied. W/we embraced and Her Hands explored my naked body as i ran my hands through Her still damp Hair.
"I'll be thinking about you, My little Clit Tease, during My breakfast," She told me. "you better be ready to deliver when I return," She commanded as She playfully swatted my butt. "Yes, Mistress," i assured Her.
She left for the breakfast and i am now sitting nude at the computer writing this posting. my erection makes it clear that i am anxiously awaiting Her return.
While She was at Her business breakfast, i decided to make myself as attractive as possible for Her. i went out and bought flowers and arranged them in a vase in the entry hallway so that She would see them upon Her arrival. Eventhough i had taken a shower the night before, i took another shower and focused on my grooming. i shaved very closely and plucked a few out of place hairs from my eyebrows, nose and ears. i carefully cut my nails and toenails. i chose a scented deordorant that i know that She particularly enjoys.
All the while i had an image in my mind of Her sitting at the business breakfast thinking of me. Perhaps Her Panties were getting wet at the thought of me waiting naked at home to service Her upon Her arrival. The thought of Her excitement made me extremely aroused and i had difficulty focusing on anything else. The fact that i hadn't had any sexual release in weeks wasn't helping any. It was like i had a perpetual erection!
Her business breakfast lasted longer than i had anticipated. i was about to explode! At long last, i heard Her car drive up and i greeted Her at the door in the nude. She thanked me for the flowers and W/we embraced. i thought that Her Tongue was going to pop out of the back of my throat from the force of Her French Kiss! She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom.
i helped Her undress and saw that Her Face and Chest were already flushed with excitement. Just the realization that She was so hot caused me to feel my own orgasm starting to build.
She threw me on the bed and mounted me. She grabbed my penis for insertion into Her Vagina. That was all i could handle. Despite my best efforts, i started to come! She immediately let go of me in the hopes that i could regain my composure but it was too late! i had reached the point of no return and sperm began to ooze out of me. my orgasm was very weak and unsatisfying but that was the least of my troubles.
i saw anger in Her Eyes and i knew i was in trouble.
She bolted from the bed as i tried to apologize and clean up my mess. She returned from Her closet with the wire hanger. "Get in position," She said firmly.
As i was kneeling on the bed, i turned away from Her, placed my face in the sheets with my bottom in the air. She lit into my rear with the wire hanger releasing Her anger with each stroke. During my beating, She spoke to me in measured tones while i meekly replied "i'm sorry Mistress" in the between each of Her pauses.
"If you are going to act as a little Clit Tease, you need to deliver the goods, slave ... you get me all pumped up for a good fuck and then you pop off like a teenager ... you need to work on your control ... focus on My needs," She stated. my butt was on fire! In fact, the only thing that kept me from using my safe word was Her own horniness.
She threw down the wire hanger and sat on the edge of the bed beside me. "Let's see if that tongue of yours can finish what you started," She commanded. i hurriedly complied and soon i was licking Her to orgasm.
As She relaxed She looked at the clock. "It's almost time for you to pick up the Girls," She reminded me. "W/we will talk about this at your Sunday night my Wife never drives on such long trips, preferring to sleep or work along the way).
As W/we cuddled in bed together, i could see that my Wife was clearly troubled about the weekend with Her Mother. i thought that perhaps She needed a distraction to help relax Her.
"May i do anything for You Mistress?" i asked fully expecting that i would be spending part of the morning with my head between Her Beautiful Legs.
She thought a moment and then answered, "No thank you, sweetie; i have too much on My Mind this morning." She then surprised me by adding, "Is there anything I can do for you?" The thought of my own sexual release after a wonderful hand job brought by flaccid penis to life in a jiffy. After all, it had been weeks since last i came (my premature ejaculation incident that i wrote about). But i also knew that i needed all my energy and submissive juices to help me focus during the upcoming trip to my Mother-in-law's.
"No, thank You, Mistress," i began. "i have two busy days ahead of me, Mistress, and i don't want to be tired or cranky during the visit," i responded.
She looked at me and smiled. "How sweet! I'm very proud of you for thinking ahead like that, sweetheart," She spoke in a voice like She was talking to a child. "you will need to be on your toes around My Mom, that's for sure!" She concluded as W/we B/both laughed.
She hopped in the shower and my erection slowly subsided. As i made the bed, i began to wonder whether i was evolving into a new sort of being, a male who wasn't concerned about his own sexual needs at all. Or maybe i was de-volving back to being a little boy who didn't care about sex. i guess time will tell.
Later on that same day i was packing our things for the trip (i always do the packing and unpacking; one less thing for my Wife to worry about). She came over to me and stated quite matter-of-factly, "Don't forget to pack your cleaning outfit." (my cleaning outfit consists of ratty shorts and a t-shirt that i wear while cleaning the house).
Instead of meekly complying, i challenged Her. "Why should i pack those old clothes?" i said. She looked at me firmly. "Mom is quite embarassed about Her place these days; She simply can't do the housework anymore so i told Her that you would be happy to clean Her place while We went out to dinner tonight," She answered.
"What am i going to do for dinner?" i asked quite taken aback. She laughed and grabbed an inch of fat at my waistline. "you certainly won't starve, now will you?" She retorted.
Strong rebellious feelings started to well up inside me. "Shouldn't You have consulted me first?" i demanded angrily. She now was getting very upset with me. "Don't you talk to me with that tone of voice!" She yelled and slapped me hard across the face. "i am sorry Mistress," i replied.
"I don't know what the big deal is; you have cleaned the homes of my Girlfriends," She stated. "You will clean my Mother's home tonight and be cheerful about it, do you understand?" She commanded. "Yes, Mistress," i said as i looked down to the floor.
On the long drive to Her Mother's place, i thought about what She had said. It was true that i had cleaned the homes of Her Girlfriends. Yet, that was somehow different. Those Womyn were much like my Wife --- beautiful, powerful and very sexy. i must confess that i actually got hard while cleaning Their Homes. This was not the same. i had no sexual feelings for my Mother-in-Law. This cleaning work would be done solely as a job in obedience to my Wife.
During the trip i concluded that i hadn't evolved much after all. i cleaned the houses of those Womyn so cheerfully because i derived some sexual pleasure out of serving Them. i wouldn't have those same feelings to motivate me that evening, however. i guess i was still very much tied to my penis after all.
i thought it was going to be awkward when W/we arrived at my Mother-in-Law's place. But it went surprisingly smoothly. my Mother-in-Law thoughtfully showed me where all the cleaning materials were --- as if it were the most natural thing in the world for Her son-in-law to clean Her House. i felt very much like the maid who had arrived for work just at the moment of a family outing. i arrived to clean house and the "Girls" went off to enjoy Themselves with dinner at a fine restaurant.
Fortunately, my Wife's Mother lives in a much smaller place than Her Daughter. i was hungry and felt leftout. But given my disrespect to my Wife, i was grateful to have something to do to put myself back in my Wife's good graces. Even without any sexual motivation, i was able to finish up the cleaning well before They returned from dinner. i made some decafe coffee for U/us as my Wife and my Mother-in-Law inspected my work. They were Both pleased with my performance. my Mother-in-Law thanked me before W/we headed off to a nearby motel.
Sunday (Mother's Day) W/we all enjoyed a great brunch together. (i was starving!) It felt so good to be back with the Family again. i tended to the two Mothers joyfully. Personal service always beats the mindless drudgery of housework! In any event, i was going to make the most of this opportunity to get out of the doghouse.
W/we arrived home late on Sunday night. i battled traffic as "my Girls" slept in the car. When W/we were alone in the bedroom, i wondered what was in store for me. "W/we will discuss your behavior tomorrow night," my Wife told me firmly.
She slept in on Monday morning, so i got up quietly and got the Girls off to school. i wrote the first part of "my Mother's Day weekend" and posted it to my blog. i wondered when She would next allow me to continue it. i wasn't looking forward to the promised "talk" that evening. When i heard Her commanding voice from upstairs ordering me to join Her in the bedroom, i knew i wouldn't have to wait until the evening to learn my fate.
As i came into the room, She was sitting naked on the edge of the bed holding a wooden spoon in Her Hand. "Come here, slave," She ordered. i disrobed and knelt down at Her Feet. She waited a little while before speaking again.
"you know that I will be punishing you, slave, but do you know why?" She asked. "i was disrespectful and disobedient, Mistress," i stammered. She shook Her Head. "No, silly boy!" She giggled. "Those are merely the symptoms; the real reason you will be punished is because you don't trust Me, slave," She continued. i hesitated to speak without being asked a question but i couldn't help myself. "But i do trust You, Mistress!" i interjected. She shook Her Head again and then began a long slow monologue.
"I mean you must completely trust Me, in every way, all the time, 24/7/365, not just when it suits you. W/we B/both know that i know what is best for you. you need to understand that and trust me completely to make the right decisions for you all the time. you need to place your trust whole heartedly in Me and I need to know that you will always trust Me to do what is right. I can't have you questionning Me. you must always trust Me, do you understand?" She concluded.
"Yes, Mistress," i replied. "i promise to always trust You completely, all time, 24/7/365," i assured Her. "Good boy," She responded. "Now, lay on your back on the bed and take your medicine," She commanded. i did as i was told and wondered what She had in mind.
Late Monday morning on the day after Mother's Day found me nude on my back on the bed. my rock hard penis waved in the air hoping for some some attention. Although it had been over a month since my last sexual release (my premature ejaculation episode), i knew better than to hope for some relief today. Surprisingly, it was at times like these that i most appreciated Her policy of forbidding me to masturbate. my intense need for sex had placed me firmly in "subspace," ready to accept whatever punishment that She had in store for me.
She retrieved two nipple clamps from Her dresser and carefully applied one to each of my nipples. As She did so, She spoke softly yet firmly. "First of all, slave, there will be no playing on the computer this week; i want you to focus on trusting Me completely this week," She said. The pain soon hit me and i struggled to answer Her without crying out. "Yes, Mistress, i promise!" i assured Her.
She then straddled my face, facing my feet. Her weight on my chest pulled the nipple clamps taunt, increasing my discomfort. She lowered Her Bottom onto my face, carefully positioning Her Clitoris near my tongue and Her Anus close to my nose. i greatfully inhaled the wonderful fragrance of Her unwashed Bottom. Instinctively, i began to lick Her Sacred Clitoris.
"Spread your legs, slave," She commanded. No sooner than i complied than i felt (and heard) the first slap of the wooden spoon on my right inner thigh. While my ample "bubble butt" bottom is well designed to receive such punishment, the same could not be said for my skinny inner thighs. Each time She hit me there it was like setting my skin on fire.
She continued to hit me, spreading the strikes evenly between both thighs and carefully avoiding my penis and balls. In return, i continued to lick Her. i could sense She was building towards orgasm. The funny thing was, i too felt like i was about to come also eventhough the pain had caused my erection to subside.
It was like all my senses were being overloaded --- the sound of my beating filling my ears, my taste buds bursting with the taste of Her Clitoris, my nose overwhelmed by the aroma of Her Bottom, my eyes drinking in Her every nook and cranny in the bright morning light, and my skin sending waves upon waves of pain to my brain.
She arched Her back and came with a heated rush and i felt an all over tingling that i can only describe as a full body orgasm --- every cell of mine felt lit up, that is, except for my penis!
She fell on top of me and O/our breathing slowly returned to normal. "Thank You, Mistress!" i told Her. "you are welcome, sweetie," She said in reply.
THE END
Supporting Role
It is early Friday morning and i'm up before the Girls as usual. i just got the paper and started my Wife's coffee. Just another day in Her househusband's life.
Tonight my Wife's Law Firm has another "party." While i am invited, to me such events are just work --- work as Her supportive spouse. As many of you may know, my Wife wisely forbids me from consuming alcohol (it makes me "too macho" as She says) so it really isn't a "party" for me at all. i have no choice in the matter, of course, but the idea of being eye candy at my Wife's elbow, fetching Her drinks and Her food, smiling and not speaking, listening to boring office stories and businesses that i know nothing about, is not my idea of a good time. Being around all these Alpha Womyn and alpha males also forces me to keep on my toes and not embarass my Wife.
While other males are making weekend plans to go out on the town, to see a ballgame or to play golf, my weekend will consist of supporting my Wife's career tonight, cleaning Her house on Saturday and doing yard work on Sunday.
my lot in life, i guess. Still it would be nice to go to a real party every once and a while. In the meantime, i need to get things rolling so that i am ready for tonight. Sort of like getting ready to go on stage and being the best actor in a supporting role that i can possibly be.
It was late Friday afternoon and i was in the shower getting ready for the "party" for my Wife's Law Firm. As i soaped up my private parts, my penis came to full erection. i thought about the fact that it had been over a month since i had any sort of sexual release (my premature ejaculation episode) and that even the simple act of cleaning had put me on the edge of coming. How could i hope to provide my Wife with "a good fuck" (as She puts it) the next time She is in the mood. Eventhough i had read up on how to last longer, i was very worried about performing to Her satisfaction if She called me into service.
i also thought about how most males would take matters into their own hands at this point and jerk off in the shower. But i knew better; my Wife simply doesn't allow it. It had been well over a decade since the last time i did that (one of proudest accomplishments) and i wasn't going to be selfish now. Still the thought of someone focusing on my needs --- including just me --- did appeal to me.
After i got dressed i made arrangements for pizza delivery for the Girls and awaited my Wife at the foot of the stairs. She finally came down, wearing a magnificent new low-cut dress that showed off Her Beautiful Breasts to Their best advantage. i knew that many males at the party tonight would envy me. Little did they know that Her Breasts were off limits to me.
She knew that She would be the center of attention at the party and She was well dressed for the starring role that She was about to play.
The Friday night party was a catered affair at the elegant home of one of the named partners of my Wife's Firm. All i could think of was that i was happy not to have to clean that place. It was huge!
The event was a dinner-buffet, open bar and tables and chairs arranged on a beautiful patio that over looked the adjoining park. The Firm's lawyers (and their significant others) and clients were in attendance. It was quite impressive.
In years past, my Wife would "work" the room by meeting and greeting E/everyone. i too knew my role: to stand firmly by Her side, slightly behind Her of course, being seen and not heard. Over the years, however, as my Wife's power and standing in the Firm rose, there was a subtle difference. More and more, She would "work" the room less and less and instead simply find a seat and the Firm's lawyers and clients would come to see Her.
That night my Wife found a spot and sat down right after W/we arrived. Sure enough, what followed was a parade of V/visitors that came to see Her. She was certainly the star of the show, the center of attention! She "held court" with underlings, client and colleagues who all stopped by to see one of the Firm's rising stars.
As for me, i was transformed into one of the catering staff --- with only one job: to serve my Wife. i fetched Her food, i fetched Her drinks, i fetched Her dessert. And when not otherwise employed, i meekly stood silently by my seated Wife awaiting Her instructions. my Wife was in a very good mood and had a good number of drinks over the course of the evening. Of course, i had no alcohol and nursed an orange juice for most of the event.
As i drove Her home, my Wife talked about the P/people there, Her work and office politics. i listened like a good supportive spouse but my mind was elsewhere. With all this exposure to these aggressive alpha males, i wondered, would my Wife be in the mood for a "good fuck" that night? And more importantly, if called upon to perform, would i be able to perform to Her satisfaction?
In the bedroom, i helped Her undress and carefully put Her clothes away as She fell on the bed in Her nightgown. i knelt down nude beside the bed and began giving Her a nightly massage. i could feel my heart pounding in anticipation of being called to perform my "husbandly duties." It had been so long since my last sexual release that i didn't have any confidence in my own ability in bed.
I could sense a change in Her breathing. It was then that i realized that my Wife had fallen asleep! A sense of relief spread through my body at once and i suddenly felt much more relaxed. i joined my Wife in the bed and submissively cuddled against Her Body.
W/we awoke together early on Saturday morning to a quiet house. i was on my back and She rolled on top of me and began kissing me. my penis immediately sprang to attention.
"Does 'little frankie' (my Wife's pet name for my penis) want something?" She asked. "he only wants to please You, Mistress," i replied. Wrong answer!
She grabbed my penis and squeezed hard causing me to gasp in pain. "That is not what I asked you slave!" She corrected. i stammered out a better response: "Yes, Mistress, 'little frankie' would like something!"
"I thought so," She continued as Her Voice got very sweet and sexy. "After all, 'little frankie' hasn't had any love and attention for such a long time," She cooed. "And you have been such a good boy recently too," She stated. "Yes, Mistress," i answered. She then placed both of my hands over my head exposing my shaved underarms.
my head was spinning at this point. Was She going to mount me or simply give me a hand job? Oh how i wished for the latter! i so desperately wanted Her to focus on my needs, just for this morning. And i was so worried about having to perform to Her satisfaction that the idea of being able to just lay back and enjoy myself was so overwhelming i could almost taste it.
It was as if this remarkable Womyn could read my mind. Her Hand then began gently stroking my penis as She moved Her Head back and forth between both of my nipples, gently licking them and kissing them passionately. God, it felt so good! i didn't want this feeling to end.
Needless to say, i couldn't take much of this! In no time at all, 'little frankie' was shooting sperm high in the air and i was gasping from one of the most powerful orgasms that i could remember. "Thank You, Mistress!" i said as soon as i could recover my senses. "you are welcome sweetie," She said as She hopped out of bed to begin Her day.
Later that same day found me on my hand and knees cleaning the bathroom floor. my Wife was out to lunch with Her Girlfriends as a prelude to seeing an afternoon showing of "Sex and the City." i was clearly back in my supporting role. But somehow, that didn't seem to bother me at all.
Perhaps it was because for one brief time that morning, i was the star in the house! i was front and center on stage and my Wonderful Wife was showering me with Her love and attention. This wonderful, intelligent, successful and sexy Womyn was completely focusing on little old me and my needs. Moreover, i didn't have to do anything but just sit back and concentrate on enjoying the moment.
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RULES SET BY THE FEMALE LED GOVERNMENT
First you must understand, the male is a wonderful inferior sub-human to train for your pleasure. The male should be made aware that in the presence of a Superior Female he is nothing more than a groveling pathetic slave at her feet. Born to spend a lifetime serving, worshipping, and suffering, for her pleasure and amusement and exists only because she allows him to and only until she disposes of him as she wishes.
All young boys of pre adolescence age will be trained from birth to obey all Females without question or pay the consequences of death by her hand.
All Females at birth are Superior to any male of any age and all males must honor her completely.
The submissive male agrees he will not have any rights, is always wrong and may be punished at any time by his owner for no other reason than the pleasure she will receive in watching him suffering.
Since Females controlled males they also controlled the male sperm. The male slave will be milked once monthly for contribution to the national sperm bank. Only sperm that will produce Females at conception will be saved permanently. However enough sperm that produces males will be kept to provide new and younger male slaves for future generations of Superior Females, and as needed to fight and die in wars. The rest of the sperm that produces males will be destroyed. In the event of multiple births such as twins etc., if by chance one should be a male fetus the male fetus will be killed and only the Female fetus will be allowed birth and the pleasures of life.
A male does not speak unless ordered to do so by his Female owner.
Male slaves will live in complete poverty and will be used only for the purpose of serving Females. They will own no property, monies, or personal items, with the exception of those provided by his owner.
When in the presence of any Female (regardless of her age) the slave's view is always lowered to the feet of the Female unless ordered otherwise by his owner.
With each question asked by the male slave, the owner administers punishment. Male slaves are inferior and always wrong. Males do not have the right to question their owner.
In appropriate situations when the Female owner enters or leaves a room the slave takes the basic position.
The slave moves in the following positions:
Basic Position. On the knees sitting, feet together, legs spread, head lowered, arms either on the knees (palms upward) or behind the back, the torso straight. SOUNDS LIKE THE RISE POSITION HERE
Rise Position. Standing on the knees, legs spread, (to expose his genitals for punishment) feet together, head lowered, torso straight, and the hands behind the back.
Stand Position. Standing, legs together, arms behind the back, head lowered, torso straight, the hands thereby remain always behind the back and the head lowered to the feet of his Mistress.
The male slave functions at the whim of his Female owner as a piece of furniture, an ashtray, a stool, human toilet, or just a whipping boy for the Females pleasure.
If the Female owner instructs the slave not to speak to any people this speech prohibition applies: If the male makes a mistake, the male slave must reply with I apologize: however my owner has forbidden me to speak with other people.
Female owners will not accept "Sorry Mistress" as a valid response for incompetence, inadequacy or other failure on the part of the slave! If such a response is used the slave will be punished.
If the Female owner requires a cigarette, then the slave ensures his owner has a light, kneels at Her feet and offers his mouth as Her ashtray.
If the Female owner is busy the slave is required to be attentive and resume his basic position with his head bowed to Her feet. He will raise his head on command with mouth open to be used as her ashtray, toilet, or to be spit into to reaffirm his subjugation and devotion to his Female owner.
The slave always walks behind his owner but attentive to opening doors, take Her coat, etc.
The slave treats all Females, regardless of age, with comparable respect or punishment will follow.
The slave always greets his Female owner by resuming the basic position and kissing Her feet until she tells the slave to stop.
The slave keeps all toys hygienically clean with his tongue.
The slave carries his owner’s bags, luggage or any other object that is deemed a burden by his Female owner.
The slave is to be efficient in his service to his Female owner and must kneel and thank her for the privilege of serving Her.
The slave must offer his body to be whipped as a token of appreciation with each attendance while in the company of his owner. Failure to do so may be met with extreme measures including death.
The slave agrees that sex will be nonexistent except for oral stimulation and worship of his owner or any Female in control at that time.
The slave completes all instructions completely or severe punishment will follow.
The male slave further understands and agrees that he is nothing more than chattel. A piece of property owned by a Superior Female and may be loaned, rented, or sold to any other Females at any time, or disposed of as his owner deems necessary.
If any of these rules are broken the male will pay the ultimate price with his life. A replacement for the dead male will be made easy as the young Female would merely purchase another male at the next auction held for this purpose in the same square every weekend. The naked males will be paraded around a stage and bid on based on their physical attributes and past experience. Those with no whip marks on their back were highly prized. Much like a prize stallion yet to be broken.
It will be quite common to see these young Females punishing, whipping, and degrading males just to achieve orgasms. It will be better than self masturbation as the orgasm while making an inferior male suffer will always be much more explosive. Of course one of the benefits is the male will always be forced to lick up every drop afterwards.
Since Females will own males they will also own the males sperm. Males will be milked on a regular basis for donations to the national sperm bank. Once a month they will be sent to the national laboratory to be placed on milking machines much like cows. Only sperm that would produce Females will be kept frozen for incubation in Females reaching childbearing age. With certain exceptions sperm that produces males will be flushed down the toilets. Males will be incubated in test tubes in limited numbers to serve the Female population by being bought and sold at weekly auctions, or to be used as guinea pigs to test new drugs and medicines to perpetuate the life of Females. Females will never be inseminated with sperm that produced males. When males can no longer produce enough sperm for the National Sperm Bank they will be castrated and sold at auction as slaves. If they did not sell within 30 days they will be shipped off to the state run colleges and universities to be used as toys, puppies, human furniture, whipping boys, human toilets, or horse-boys to be ridden to class by the young Females for their pleasure and amusement; for the privilege of serving Superior Females the only requirement was to be born an inferior male.
From Sonya
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( maid training )
Upon arrival you will be met at the door by a sissy slave, who will show you into the lounge where the Mistress Stephanie awaits your presence.
After a short interview to assess your potential you will be taken to the Dressing Room where the Mistress will take your clothing and then she will Supervise the process of turning you into a Pretty Maid. You will NO longer have access to your manhood nor your boy clothing. You will be Tightly Laced into a Victorian Steel Boned Corset to reduce your Waist between 4 to 6 inches, Bra and Breastforms next to give you the Feminine Shape that you so crave. You will then be given black or red Seamed Stockings to carefully put on under the Watchful Eye of the Mistress, the Seams must be Straight and each Unsuccessful Attempt or Laddering of the Stockings will result in the Awarding of Demerits and one Demerit Equals One Stroke of the Riding Crop. After successfully putting on the Stockings the Dressing will be completed with the Donning of Frilly Lacey Maids Rhumba Panties, Bouffant Petticoat and the Uniform of the Mistress's Choice. Finally the Uniform will be completed with the addition of the 6-8 inch high heel shoes.
Also along with the attire you will (if male) be fitted with a chastity device from here on out.
You will be Taught the basics of being a Maid to a Mistress, how to present yourself, how to Curtsey, how to walk properly and how to Address your Mistress. Any failure to achieve any aspect of the Training will earn Demerits which will mean Punishment by the Mistress when and where she sees fit. Once the Mistress is Satisfied with your efforts you will be given a Domestic Duty to perform under her Supervision. If the Mistress decides that you are not doing your best or are Lazy you will be Collard and put on a Metal Leash so that she has even more Control over you and if she feels it necessary she will put you into Restraints to make your task even Harder!!!
Do expect to receive your Punishment at any time no matter what you are doing at the time as the Mistress always has total Control and any balance of Demerits will be Dealt with at the End of the Session.
As the Mistress has Total Control at all times any failure to Submit to the Mistress's Instructions or any Ejaculation whether accidental or not will not be Tolerated and will be dealt with accordingly. If you feel it is possible that you may Ejaculate during the Session you must inform the Mistress before the Training Commences and she will give you a cup to collect your drippings into for the duration of the Session.
This is a Strict Maid Training Program to prepare you for Serving a Real Mistress. |
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Aayaan Amin
A true story of a submissive Proud Man
He once told me ~>
Domestic servitude [or a male who knows how to clean]
Among the benefits of having a submissive man as partner and lover is that those pesky domestic chores seem to get done; without you having to do them. I know my place - and cleaning and cooking is one of them. I actually enjoy keeping the home clean and spotless - and though my kitchen skills could use some work; I'm game to try anything and will happily work on creating meals that please you. I believe a man who is submissive should make every effort to ease the burden of his partner's life - preparing her bath, washing her hair, painting her toes, making sure her clothes are taken to the cleaners - and picked up. I willfully turn over the family finances and major decisions to her. She decides what's best - and then keeps me informed of the smart decisions she's made for both of us. Hopefully, I have some imput, but ultimately - the final decisions rest with her. |
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Read and learn by Aayaan Amin
Chastity Contract between The Mistress and The Slave,
THIS IS AN AGREEMENT BY WHICH MISTRESS, ASSUMES FULL OWNERSHIP AND CONTROL IN THE CHASTITY OF THE OF THE SLAVE, WHEREAS MISTRESS IS THE CHASTITY KEYHOLDER AND THE SLAVE IS THE CHASTITY DEVICE WEARER, THIS CONTRACT IS BINDING, ONLY FOR REST OF HIS LIFE OR UNTIL OTHERWISE DECIDED BY THE MISTRESS.
I. TERMS OF AGREEMENT
Mistress will have total 24/7 control of the sub, in every aspect and as follows
A. The slave submits ownership of his genitals to Mistress as her property. Mistress takes complete control of the slave’s genitals. The slave is not allowed to touch or fondle Mistress's newly acquired property without her consent, however, Mistress has free reign to do whatever she desires with her property.
B. Mistress will ultimately decide when/if permission to orgasm will be granted based on variables such as infractions of these terms, the convenience of the orgasm to be granted, or Mistress’s general overall mood to grant permission.
C. The slave submits to the use and wearing of a locking chastity device to ensure that Mistress’s newly acquired property is kept secure and denies access to the slave’s ability to break the terms of this chastity. Mistress will keep all keys. The slave is not authorized to touch any of the Mistress’s keys. The slave will only be allowed to open the chastity belt in the case of an extreme emergency. Mistress will review the emergency and decide whether the emergency was excusable. An inexcusable emergency will be met with punishment.
D. When Mistress decides the chastity device may be taken off for hygiene and maintenance purposes. Mistress will decide if she will be the one who performs the cleaning of her property, or if she will trust the slave with the task.
E. The chastity device may be taken off, at any time Mistress wishes, and for any reason Mistress wishes.
F. The slave does not have authority to remove the chastity device from Mistress’s property for any reason. The slave may however, submit a request for removal of the chastity device explaining the reason or reasons for removal, but ultimately Mistress will decide on the approval of the request.
G. The slave will take responsibility for the performance of all household chores. This includes, but is not limited to, washing the dishes, cleaning the kitchen, cleaning the bathrooms, vacuuming the floors, trash removal, ironing, and general cleanup of all rooms within the house. Mistress may request that these chores be done at any time she sees fit.
H. Mistress may also add any household duties as she wishes. In extreme cases, but ultimately decided by the Mistress. Mistress may ask for any additional personal assistance from the slave such as helping her get dressed, shaving her legs, helping with hair, etc., at any time she sees fit. The slave has no right to deny Mistress of any personal assistance.
I. The slave sub must request permission from Mistress to engage in any kind of hobby or personal activity not mentioned above. Mistress has the right to deny these request’s at any time.
J. Mistress has the right to ask or demand any reasonable favour from the slave without any form of defiance. The slave has the right to explain any disagreement of the favor, but Mistress ultimately has the final word in the ruling of the appeal.
K. Mistress can do anything sexual or not as she thinks fit, this to include any anal play on the slave, i.e. Dildo’s, enema’s etc, beatings etc, or anything else that Mistress wishes that is not covered by this agreement.
L. Mistress has the authority to amend any of the terms listed above, at any time, and without the slave’s agreement.
II. PUNISHMENTS AND CONSEQUENCES
Mistress can administer punishment whenever or wherever, at any time without any reason what so ever, also this can be as many as she likes or as hard as she likes.
A. If the slaves touches or fondles his Mistress’s acquired property without her permission, an additional four weeks will be added to the chastity period, Mistress was thinking about, further this will get slave a punishment of Mistresss Choice
B. If the slave has an unauthorized orgasm any time during the chastity period:
1. He must lick up his mess.
2. He must submit to a punishment of what ever Mistress decides.
3. In addition, the chastity period will increase by eight weeks over on the original day or release date.
C. If the slave has any uncontrollable form of orgasm during the chastity period (i.e., wet dreams, etc.); the slave will report the incident to Mistress, who has the right to apply the original punishment for unauthorized orgasm, or she can waive any kind of punishment. The slave has no rights to appeal in Mistress’s final decision.
D. Any unauthorized removal of the chastity device from the Mistress’s property, tampering with the chastity device, stealing of the Mistress’s keys, without the Mistress’s approval of the incident will be met with the following punishment:
1. Automatic forfeiture of orgasm for 42 days (six weeks) from the time that the infraction occurred.
2. Punishment from Mistress with the use of a paddle.
3. Hard smacks to the testicles, Mistress to decide how many
4. Mistress will notify the slave if she wants to continue in his orgasm denial program.
E. If the slave fails to do any of the household duties, he will receive:
1. 7 days (one week) added on to the current chastity period for each infraction.
2. Punishment from a paddle, by Mistress for each infraction.
F. If the slave fails to do any of the personal assistance duties, including, any additional personal assistance, he will receive:
1. 7 days (one week) added on to the current chastity period for each infraction.
2. Punishment from a paddle, by Mistress for each infraction.
G. If the slave defies the Mistress when denied a hobby or personal activity, the slave:
1. Will be grounded from the activity for 7 days (one week) for each infraction, or one meeting
2. Punishment from a paddle, by Mistress for each infraction.
Mistress has the authority to amend any of the punishments and consequences listed above. The slave has none.
Mistress has the sole right to cancel this binding agreement for life at any time
I agree to the terms and conditions listed above. I authorize this agreement to take effect on the day of signing, further this agreement is binding on me and me alone for the rest of my life, or as long as Mistress so desires.
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I’m often asked about punishment by new Domina‘s.
How do I punish?
What should I do? What do you punish?
What do I let slide and forgive?
I can only answer these question for myself and comment on how I deal with punishment issues. How you choose to deal with infractions is up to yourself, and your own individual flare and style. Dominas all have different needs and different requirements from submissives…what I require from my submissives may be different to your needs.
Punishment is an inevitable element of relationships between a Mistress and a sub. To speak shortly, punishment is designed for behaviour correction. But all involved in BDSM/Femdom know that punishment is a gift and the Domme's benefaction as it helps to get free from feeling of guilt and it is a sign of the Top's care for her sub. This article is not meant as ‘how too guide’ but more for a creative spark to plan your own course of punishment actions. The main issue with punishments that I can’t stress highly enough is consistency! If you threaten to punish him/her follow it through! Your submissive is seeking your guidance and control. Not punishing an act you find unacceptable is sending out a message you have no control.
Perhaps there is no need to mention that necessity of punishment must be realized by the slave and no penalty can take place without the sub's agreement. Femdom relationships always imply love goodwill, and safe sane and consensual actions. So punishment must be necessarily discussed in advance. To effectively punish. Punishment requires some suggestions which can be followed any time a Domme finds it necessary to give her sub a lesson.
Three Main Punishment suggestions
1. Punishment in any detail must be different from other types of Femdom action. Otherwise the submissive is going to get used to it and take punishment as something habitual - what lesson is he going to be given than? For instance you can have special BDSM toys used only for punishment and nothing else. Use them only when punishing your sub. In this case these BDSM toys are going to be associated only with actions intended to punish him/her.
2. It is the Domme who defines severity of punishment as well as its other details. The Domme chooses the time her Sub is going to be punished, What BDSM toys she is going to use, tortures the sub must undergo etc. All these things must not be discussed; otherwise this is going to be anything but punishment and in fact might be something the submissive seeks out and desires!
3. One offence - one punishment. This is the main principle which if not followed makes punishment useless. The sub must always be aware what s/he is being punished for.
Now let us speak about punishment itself. Actually punishment for my submissives consists of five suggested steps. They may or may not fit your chosen form of Femdom practices.
Step one. Explanation
This step implies explanation of what was done wrong and what your slave should have done instead. Make sure the submissive realizes his/her guilt otherwise everything that comes next is going to be of no use. Submissives left struggling with reasons for punishment often feel confused and disorientated with other activities. Left questioning they often question every action they undertake on your behalf. A submissive is not a mind reader ‘communication’ is a must if you ever wish to alter his/her behaviour.
Step two. Sub who begs for punishment.
Punishment might always involve this step and it might never imply it - everything depends on the Top. The bottom does not have the right to choose whether s/he should beg to punish him/her or not - this is not a matter for him/her to decide. A submissive asking to be punished is topping from the bottom and learning that s/he can alter the outcome of plans. Make a mental note that s/he is asking for punishment and try to or time out) allows for reflection time on the ‘error‘ the time out allows the submissive time from distractions to evaluate what has occurred. Time out also allows for the submissive to get in the right head space and let go off the vanilla world.
Step four. Punishment.
The fourth step is punishment itself. Here no recommendations can be given. Everything that takes place during this stage of punishment depends on the Domme and HER own personal tastes, likes and desires. This can be not only inflicting pain on the bottom as many might think. Verbal communication is as well very important. The Mistress can order her sub to repeat a part of guilt explanation in order to find out that the slave understood and realized his/her guilt. Realization of guilt can be expressed in some other way, for instance by saying “Thank you, Mistress!” or “forgive me Mistress! “After each blow or by continuous licking the Mistress’ feet during the punishment. Verbal communication between the top and the bottom implies that the Domme should let her sub know whether the latter can cry or not. As well she should make it clear what is going to happen if the bottom cries in spite of this prohibition. The top can let the bottom know how long punishment is going to last, what toys she is going to use, using this method the Domme must be consistent in her set plan of action and never falter. My advise to the newer less confident Domme or Domina in a new relationship would to NOT do this if she can at all help it, setting punishments length or duration often means the submissive may have to take more than s/he needs or less than s/he needs at the time of punishment. By not informing the submissive of the full extent of the punishments details it allows you room to adjust without appearing to of ‘softened’ on the punishment or appearing to lost control of the situation. So again everything depends on the Domme's will to remain consistent to her original punishment goal.
Step six. Forgiveness.
Punishment has ended. The top might order the bottom to thank her for punishment. She can let her slave know what punishment he is going to undergo for committing the same crime again. And of course the top must let his slave know whether the latter is forgiven or not. In the end I should say that the first punishment must be very severe. Than punishments might become rarer and less cruel. Full-fledged D/s relationships imply that after some time punishment must become a very rare event or there should be no punishments at all as the most terrible thing for a bottom is being deprived of his Mistress’ love.
What ever methods you choose make sure you are comfortable in there delivery. You are trying to give your submissive ’rules’ to suit your desires, using a method you dislike will only add to you not enjoying the process and delaying its deliverance.
Enjoy the process, it shouldn’t be a chore and shouldn’t be out of anger. Punishment should be administered because you know your submissive and yourself will ‘both’ benefit from it effects and outcome.
If you are angry step away and re gather your thoughts and personal control. Acting in anger can cause misjudgement in your actions. Actions need to be clear, concise, too the point, relaying your intended purpose for correction. Often punishments dealt in anger can lead to injury or relationship problems. |
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Shit eating, scat story: Alicia's Lackey and Aayaan Amin
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I arrived in L. A. about a week ago. I was hoping to turn my life around with a big move from the Big Apple to Tinsel Town. Life on the east coast wore me down and things looked brighter already. I was very low on funds but was lucky to land a job on the set of a movie that was being filmed in the desert of Southern California. The set was a little far out of town to commute, so we were all staying in trailers at the location. My trailer was rather small and I had to share it with several other "gofer" type guys. I didn’t care because the rent was free. This job would let me save lots of cash so I could spend the time necessary to land a real job. I was a few pennies from skid row, but I was well educated and hoped to make a splash in my new town.
My job on the set was to be available to the young teen star of the movie. She had recently made a big splash in her first flick and got her picture plastered on the cover of numerous national magazines. She had that innocent, irresistible, pure beauty that graced one person in a hundred million. Unfortunately she knew it, and around the set she was known as the "Teen Bitch."
It was always "Get this," or "Get that." Never so much as a "please" or a "thank you." Sometimes she was right next to whatever it was she wanted. Alicia always gave me these condescending looks. I, in turn, had grown to hate the aire of superiority she always carried with her. The long, hot, dusty day of filming in the desert was wrapping up when one of the other guys said there was cold beer waiting for us back at our trailer. That was just to good to pass up. Just as I arrived and grabbed a cold one, someone walked up and said:
"Hey Don, teen bitch is throwing a tantrum. She says she needs a few things."
I said I’d be back as soon as I ran her errands and headed off to her plush trailer. I tapped the can on the door. "Get in here!" I heard her shout.
I walked in and she was lounging on an easy chair in the sultry outfit from the set.
"Where have you been?" Alicia demanded.
"It’s been a long hot day. We’ve been filming since just after sunrise and a few of the guys were going to throw a few down and kick back for a while," I said, popping the top to my beer.
"Put that beer down, there is no drinking in here, I’m only eighteen years old."
I felt like really telling her where to go, but bit my tongue and set the can down. I decided to discuss it with her. "Look, Alicia, I’m doing a decent job for you and I think I deserve some respect," I said calmly. "I should have some time of my own as well."
"There are a hundred people who could replace you in a flash. So you will work when I say you will work. Furthermore, you will make yourself available to work for me at all times. I will treat you as I see fit, and you will address me as Miss Alicia. If you have a problem with any of that you can leave right now and forget about another job in this industry. If you think you have money problems now, try unemployment. What will it be?" she demanded.
Alicia was right. I desperately needed the money this job paid. I should have never discussed the money problems I was having with the other guys on the set. She must have overheard me and was using it to her advantage.
"All right, I do need the job, but how about cutting me a little break," I asked, hoping that she might bend a little if I asked kindly.
"What!" Alicia said as if shocked. "How did you address me?"
"I’m sorry. Miss Alicia. It’s just been a long day and all," I said hoping to curry favor and get back to the beers. "May I go now Miss Alicia?"
"I will let you know when you can go. Your priorities are messed up. You shouldn’t even be thinking about leaving. I’m not sure if you are even capable of handling this job. Why do you think you get paid more than the other flunkies out there? I had better see some immediate improvement in your performance or you will be living on the street," Alicia remarked.
Now I was beginning to understand why a novice like me had gotten this higher paying job. The others who had been around town for a while knew what was in store if they took it. I resolved to bite the bullet and hang with the job until I had the cash to leave.
"Remove my sandals," Alicia said casually as she reclined on the chair.
"Hey, that’s not part of the job. You have to do that yourself," I said in disbelief.
"You really don’t get it, do you?" she asked incredulously. "If you give me just one more disrespectful reply, or refuse just one more order I give you, you are history. Do you understand me Dummy?"
I had a quick decision to make. Part of me knew this was to much crap to put up with. But I was just desperate for the money. Alicia started swinging her foot impatiently. It caught my attention as I did a double take. I looked up her lovely legs. God was she beautiful. I caught her eyes and she had this gloating smile on her face as if she knew she won. She had. I needed to get down on my knees to get to the sandals. Her feet were filthy. The long hot day in the dusty desert had caked them in sweat, dust and dirt. I started undoing the strap, and the sight of her fantastic legs was giving me a hard-on.
"Stand up!" Alicia ordered.
I didn’t want to move. I was sporting this boner and the shorts I was wearing were flimsy and thin. Alicia might notice my erect condition.
"Stand up!!!"
I got to my feet. I tried to cover the tent in my shorts. "What’s this?" Alicia said grabbing my penis. Her hand caused my cock to harden into steel. I hadn’t been with a woman in quite some time.
"That’s it, you’re history you disgusting sex pervert," she said squeezing my cock and digging her nails into it.
It was both painful and erotic. I didn’t stop her. She dug her nails in and the pain was excruciating before she let go. Still, I did nothing to prevent her torment. I was being fired.
"Get out of here before I call security you sex maniac," Alicia said.
"Alicia,...Miss Alicia, please. I need this job. It’s just that I haven’t been with a woman for quite some time and,...and I promise it will never happen again. Please, I’ll do whatever you ask. I’ll be better than anybody you could possibly get to replace me. I’ll dedicate myself to seeing to your every need," I pleaded with her to keep my job, yet she seemed unmoved. "Please Miss Alicia, I promise I’ll do anything you ask. I’m begging you."
Alicia turned when I stooped to actually say the word "beg." Perhaps she would reconsider. "Get on your knees," she said.
I fell to my knees. "Do you pledge to do absolutely anything I tell you to do no matter how absurd or ridiculous it may seem to you? No matter how you might feel about it?" Alicia asked.
"Yes Miss Alicia," I said from my knees.
"I don’t believe you," she responded.
"Please Miss Alicia, I promise I will. I beg you," I pleaded.
"You wouldn’t last a minute. Get out," she said.
"Just one more chance, I’m begging you."
"Clean my sandal," Alicia ordered.
"Yes Miss Alicia," I said picking up the sandal I had removed and heading to the wash room.
"Get back here!" she said. "Where are you going?"
I returned to my knees before her.
"I was going to the wash room to clean the shoe," I said holding up the sandal in my hand.
"Clean this one," Alicia said thrusting her sandal clad foot at me.
"Shouldn’t I get a damp cloth Miss Alicia?"
"No"
I stretched out my shirt to wipe the dirt and sweat covered sandal.
"Use something moist," she ordered.
I sat there not sure what to do. Alicia sighed in annoyance. She raised the sole of the sandal so it was inches from my face. "Lick it. Lick it clean."
The sole of the sandal was practically black. I was disgusted at the prospect. Somehow, my body moved forward on its own. I found myself licking the dirt from her shoe. I said to myself—I can’t be doing this. I was performing this act of utter self degradation and couldn’t bring myself to stop. In fact, I started licking with gusto and relishing this sick task. My cock was rock solid again. After a few minutes of devouring every inch of Alicia’s sandal I felt something snaking into my shorts.
Alicia’s foot was grazing my cock. The sensations were unreal and I renewed my efforts lapping at the pretty sandal. In short order I had an explosive orgasm, reeling in ecstasy.
Alicia removed the shoe and brought out her cum covered foot. The jism was all over it. It was a massive load from the pent up sexual frustrations over the last week. She raised her filthy foot to my lips. Like the true servile sycophant I had become I began cleaning the cum, sweat and dirt from her pretty foot. The lovely pink toenail polish was so sensual I was hard again almost immediately. Alicia noticed and remarked:
"You are totally without any self control."
She reached for some twine on the table next to the chair. Why was it so readily available I wondered? "Get up," she demanded.
I jumped to my feet and she yanked my shorts down to my ankles. I stood naked before this young goddess, completely humiliated, yet doing nothing to prevent it. In fact it was arousing me all the more. Alicia took the twine and separated my balls, tying a tight knot around the top of my sac. I winced from the pain, yet stood passively by. She then tied a very tight knot around the base of my cock designed to cut off any further satisfaction on my part.
"There. Now we should be able to continue," she said.
My balls stood out like two plumbs in their tight compartments. Alicia’s feet were now on the floor and I would have to get on my belly to continue my degrading chore. I removed her other sandal and began cleaning her fantastic foot. My mouth was dry from all the dirt and salty foot sweat I had eaten. There seemed to be a half inch of grime between each toe.
"May I have a drink Miss Alicia?" I asked obsequiously.
"Are you thirsty?"
"Yes Miss Alicia."
She grabbed the back of my head by the hair and viscously pulled it so I was looking up at her beautiful face.
"Open," was all she said.
I obediently opened my mouth and watched in shocked horror as Alicia let out a large stream of spittle, landing in my gaping mouth. Once again I wanted to close my mouth and prevent this sick act. My mind no longer had full control of my body. What was it that was controlling me?
Alicia continued to spit until my mouth was close to overflowing.
All toilet training pictures are taken from OWK - Other World Kingdom
"That should quench your thirst."
I slowly swallowed her spittle, drinking in my complete shame at the same time. Returning to her lovely feet, I continued abasing myself on my belly, prostrate before this beautiful young woman. I would gladly have continued groveling for hours more, but Alicia tired and kicked me away. I could not believe the heightened state of sexual arousal brought about by Alicia’s humiliation of me and the bonds around my cock and balls. I would have cum a dozen times if not for the twine preventing release. She got up and started walking to the back of the trailer.
"Come here," she ordered.
I was about to get up when Alicia scolded, "Crawl!"
I was back on my hands and knees, crawling shamefaced behind her. She entered the bathroom and I stopped just outside the door. Alicia lifted her floral print dress above her waist and I gasped at the incredible sight as she stood there. Her pretty pink cotton panties were slightly dusty from the swirling winds of the desert. Her shapely butt was as fine as any playboy model I’d seen. Her long luscious legs were simply indescribable. She smiled as I knelt there in awe. Alicia sat on the potty and started peeing in her panties. They were soaked through. She obviously had needed to pee for some time as it went on and on.
"Come here and take a look," she said innocently. I crawled in and looked into the toilet. "Look closer."
I put my head over the bowl and could smell the heavy scent of very concentrated urine. Suddenly, I felt something on the back of my head. I was forced down into the toilet. The trailer toilet was smaller than the average toilet and urine was extremely concentrated, even mixed with the water in the bowl. My whole face and half my head was covered with the foul waste product. I could easily have extricated myself from this hideous position by overpowering Alicia, but I did nothing. I held my breath and hoped she would soon let me up.
She finally let me up and I gasped for air. Then she quickly pushed me back in. Alicia did this over and over and I was running out of the ability to hold my breath. Finally I could no longer do it and I had to drink in some of the revolting sewerage. She let me up, choking and gasping for air.
"I won’t let you up again," she warned, and in I went. I was about to panic when I heard Alicia say, "Better drink up."
Like my life depended on it, which it may have since I couldn’t bring myself to offer resistance against Alicia, I drank the foul liquid. Thankfully I made it to the bottom of the bowl and was able to breath again. Alicia removed her foot and I fell, exhausted on the floor.
"Get in the tub."
I crawled into the tub. Alicia removed her piss soaked panties and stuffed the into my panting mouth. "Don’t you dare get out unless I give you permission, and don’t get off your back," Alicia admonished.
I was left there as Alicia made her way to bed. It would be another long day tomorrow with filming beginning bright and early. I drifted off to sleep.
At some point during the night I heard some noises and woke to see Alicia standing over me. I looked up at her naked image in the low light and she began peeing on my face. What a sick individual I’d become, powerless to offer any resistance. Involuntarily I opened my mouth and greedily drank her bodily waste. I was sobbing at my self degradation. My cock was once again hard from the arousal Alicia’s humiliating acts stirred within me. I was yearning for more degradation at her lovely feet with each moment that passed. I was completely entranced by her. She got out to leave.
"Miss Alicia," I asked meekly, "May I go to the bathroom?"
"Of course you may," she said kindly. I was about to get up but...
"I gave you no permission to get out. I will let you move however. Keep your shoulder’s on the tub floor and lift your ass up in the air." I obediently did as I was told. With my semi erect penis, I was looking right at the head of my cock.
"You may go now," she said.
I didn’t want to go in this absurd position, but as soon as she said it I began peeing all over myself. The position was set up just so, and I was peeing right in my own face. At each turn I thought it was impossible for me to abase myself any lower. I was no longer a man and I feared for what might come next.
Yet I never desired anything as much. I slept that night in a pool of urine and I did nothing to prevent it. Morning came and I was awakened by the incredible sight of Alicia’s naked body. My cock rose to salute her magnificence.
"Good morning," she said with a smile. "I have to go real bad, and I can go in the toilet or you can be the toilet. What will it be you worthless piece of dogshit?"
Alicia was asking me to be her toilet and calling me dogshit, and I was aroused by it more than I could ever remember. She was giving me a choice and I couldn’t say no. No matter how much I wanted to tell her she couldn’t do this to me, something within me wanted her to use me as a toilet, and it was a powerful force that had complete control over me.
"I’ll be your toilet Miss Alicia," I said, hanging my head in shame.
"O. K., but it won’t be just this once. You have to be a full time toilet or not at all. So think it over and tell me if you really want it," she said standing over me, looking so radiant.
"I want to be your toilet more than I’ve wanted anything in my life, Miss Alicia. Please let me be your toilet," I begged. Alicia produced a funnel and shoved it into my mouth. She squatted over it with her pretty feet on either side of my head.
"I hope you’re thirsty," she said giggling.
She let go a long hot stream of piss into the funnel. I drank and drank as my cock hardened to the point of near release. When Alicia finished I continued slowly drinking the pee in the funnel, savoring each drop of her fine wine. She let me enjoy my degrading act as she stood over me. When I finished, I looked up to see her smiling face. Alicia knew she controlled me in every way. I couldn’t refuse her any request. She turned around so her backside was facing me. She removed the funnel and squatted over my face.
"How about a kiss," Alicia said, swaying her perfect ass inches over my head. I began kissing her magnificent orbs. Tenderly pecking loving kisses as if I were passionately kissing a woman’s lips. I was in heaven even though I was soaked in her piss.
"Kiss my rose," Alicia ordered.
I kissed her brown hole. The feelings washing over me were indescribable. I started to loose myself in this shameful act. I was making love to her poop shoot, moaning in ecstasy. Alicia began to sink down on my tongue. I snaked it up as far as I could, and she impaled herself on it.
After a few minutes I felt something pushing back against my tongue. I tried to turn my head to the side and escape from under Alicia’s ass. She sat down with all her weight and grabbed my balls, squeezing with great force. The agony was pure hell and my screams were muffled by her pretty butt cheeks.
"Don’t even think about backing out now," she said easing the pressure on my balls with each probe of my tongue. As soon as my tongue was back in to the hilt, I felt the object pushing back. Alicia looked over her shoulder at me and laughed at the sight of my eyes, wide in shocked horror at the realization of what was about to occur.
The turd entered my mouth, moving to the back, and then expanding to fill my cheeks. I was sick at the thought of what I was doing, but I was tingling with a sexual energy I had never experienced before. My mouth was now filled to capacity as I sat under Alicia’s ass.
"Oopps, here comes last night’s Mexican food," she said laughing at my utter humiliation.
A thick liquid shit made its way out. It had no where to go with the huge turd already filling my mouth. It exploded over my face. Up my nose, in my eyes, dripping into my ears. The sewerage oozed into my hair. I was completely covered in Alicia’s hot shit.
Alicia got up and was hysterical as she looked at the revolting sight at her feet. She grabbed a camcorder and started filming my degradation. "Chew your breakfast shiteater," she said.
Somehow Alicia had bewitch me. I no longer had a will of my own and I commenced the self abasing act of eating her fecal discharge. On top of it all, my dehumanization was being captured on film for who knows what humiliating purpose. With some effort, I as able to complete my vile task and swallow the "breakfast" so graciously provided by my owner, Alicia.
"Lick that slop off the tub so I can shower," she demanded.
"Please...Miss Alicia..."
She grabbed the twine tied to my balls and yanked viscously. I shrieked in agony. "Don’t you ever question an order I give or I’ll separate your worthless gonads from your body. Now lick that up, and I want to see some enthusiasm."
As quickly as I could I began slurping the foul substance like a dog starved for a week. Alicia was once again in hysterics as she filmed the hideous scene. I continued my efforts, retracing every inch of the tub. Finally Alicia tired of the scene. She opened the rear door of the trailer. "Get out and clean up."
The liquid shit had dried into a hard caked crust over my head. I began to get up and pull my pants up when Alicia interjected. "Crawl out of here and leave your pants in the waste basket. I want you to crawl into your trailer on your hands and knees and tell everyone there your name is shiteater and you are Miss Alicia’s toilet. Now off you go and be back in an hour," Alicia ordered.
As I was crawling out the door, the make-up woman was coming in. My heart pounded from the intense disgrace of the moment.
"Say hello," Alicia ordered.
With my head hanging in utter humiliation I spoke weakly, "I am shiteater, Miss Alicia’s toilet."
The woman burst out in laughter. "It looks like you need practice Shiteater, it’s all over you."
"That won’t be a problem. I’m sure the dog will be quite proficient in no time. Now slither along Shiteater," Alicia said. I made my way to the trailer. I thought I would have a heart attack on the way my apprehension was so severe. I crawled up the steps and entered the trailer.
"Who the hell are you?" one of the guys asked.
"I am Shiteater, Miss Alicia’s Toilet," I mumbled with total lack of any self respect. After the roar of bunch settled down, one of them spoke.
"Don, is that you? How could you let her do this to you? Don’t you have any pride? Are you sick, man? That’s inhuman. You gotta tell the boss man. This is insane. Say something man."
"I am Shiteater, Miss Alicia’s toilet."
I crawled into the bathroom to clean myself up for the new work day. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and started sobbing at my utter disgrace. The tears rolled down my cheeks over the caked on crust of Alicia’s feces. The tears collected on my lips, and I ran my tongue across them, once again tasting her foul waste. I tried to pull myself together and got into the shower. No matter how hard I washed, I still felt "dirty." I shaved and decided to dress as best I could to recover some self respect. I looked down on the twine encircling my balls and cock.. I thought about removing it, but then feared for the reaction I would receive from Alicia when she found out. I finished dressing and walked out through the deathly quiet trailer. I tried to hold my head up as I headed back to Alicia’s trailer. I knocked softly on the door and waited.
"Enter," I heard, and my heart jumped as I walked in. "Well don’t we look dapper today," Alicia said sarcastically as she look me over. I offered no response.
The make-up lady was just finishing up. She really had an easy job of it since Alicia’s natural beauty required very little attention. Her duties mainly consisted of combing her hair and patting some powder just to justify her job.
"You must learn to greet me properly, Shiteater," Alicia remarked as the woman shot me a condescending look as she prepared for another show I was about to put on. I had hoped she would be gone and spare me the public display of some humiliating act Alicia was about to put me through.
"How should I greet you Miss Alicia?" I asked.
"Oh I’m sure you can think of some way that I would consider proper. Perhaps you might even be able to surprise me," she said. "Try not to be to disappointing though. I’m not in the mood to be patient today."
Just what would she consider proper? Perhaps if I did come up with some manner that she felt was appropriate, she would ease up a bit when we got out to the set. After all, the make-up woman had already seen me humiliated. Maybe some extra effort on my part now would spare me some humiliation latter in front of the entire crew. And besides, I needed to get this twine off my nuts. It was becoming very uncomfortable. But how to greet this haughty teen bitch?
I noticed Alicia hit a button on a remote control and heard the camcorder on the tripod whiz into action. Maybe she was going to make me a movie star, I thought as I tried to find some humor in my situation.
I sank to my knees and then got down on my belly. Slowly I slithered towards the chair she was sitting in. She was still in her robe with one leg crossed over the other. The robe was loosely tied and almost her entire leg was exposed as it gently swung back and forth. Her lovely feet were bare and my loins stirred as I made my was towards the magnificent beauty seated there. Upon reaching her, I put my forehead to the floor inches from her foot and prepared to greet this Goddess before me.
"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command. I will offer you my utmost effort with respect to your every wish. I will endeavor to satisfy your every need without any thought to myself," I said, surprised at the sincerity with which I said it.
The woman was laughing quite uncontrollably. "Thank-you Denise," Alicia said dismissing her. "Well well Shiteater that was passable, but lets see if you can live up to your lofty claims before we get too congratulatory," Alicia remarked as she grabbed my hair with her toes and yanked my head from the floor to gaze into my eyes.
She let go of my hair and brought her foot around. Her foot gently traced along my lips with her toes. The pale pink toenail polish looked marvelous against the lovely tanned skin of her foot. There was not an imperfection in sight, even on the bottom of her foot. It was clear that Alicia had been catered to from a very early age. Perhaps her attitude towards me was natural. She had been waited on hand and foot for as long as she could remember, and she was perfect in every way. The epitome of pure beauty. It was only natural that she should expect the rest of us to submit to her needs and desires. I might even be considered lucky that she would take the time to recognize my existence at all.
Alicia’s foot stopped grazing my lips. It took me a moment to notice as I had become absorbed in the electric sensations that were pulsing through my body. I had been moaning with delight, although I was unaware of it. Alicia was quite aware of what she was doing as she smiled at the ease at which she could send me to a level of sexual arousal which was so intense, I couldn’t focus on reality. My cock was twitching and my orgasm was prevented only by the biting twine wrapped around its base.
"Please may I remove the twine Miss Alicia," I begged.
"It does look like it was put on rather shabbily, very well." I removed the twine remaining in my prostrate position before her feet.
"Kiss it," Alicia ordered as her lovely foot once more appeared inches from my lips.
My mouth watered at the thought of it. Reverently I approached her fantastic foot. I closed my eyes and ever so passionately kissed the tip of her toes. I was lost in a state of pure ecstasy as I exploded in the most earth shattering orgasm I’d ever experienced. I have no idea how long it lasted as time seemed to disappear. It was so emotionally draining that I was sapped of all strength. It took all that I could muster just to say: "Thank you Miss Alicia."
I lay there at her feet believing that I may be the luckiest man alive. Just how many men would die to be with this young Goddess. I had experienced the closest thing to heaven there was on this earth. How would I be able to repay the benevolence Alicia just bestowed upon me. This ultimate act of kindness on her part indebted me to her for the rest of my life.
"Clean that mess," Alicia ordered.
I looked at the huge load I deposited on the floor. Without hesitation I obeyed her command. Alicia got up to get the camcorder as I began lapping my own cum from the filthy floor.
"Smile for the camera," she mused as she moved in for a close up. I turned my head to see her giggling face behind the lens, my mouth and lips covered in cum. I went back to my disgusting task amazed at how little shame I felt. Perhaps I had been stripped of all self respect. Perhaps I had no pride left to feel shame. Perhaps Alicia believed no mortal human deserved attention from her and dehumanization was the price I had to pay for the privilege of remaining in her presence.
"Put this on," I heard as some leather contraption landed on the floor where I was carefully retracing with my tongue to insure it was thoroughly clean.
I looked at the leather device and knew immediately where it was intended to go. Alicia giggled as she saw what must have been a look of sheer disappointment on my face. The device had three loops. Two similar loops for my balls, and one for my penis. I forced a ball through one of the loops and winced in pain, as the opening was quite small and it required a good deal of pressure to force it through. The next one was more difficult, as I not only had to force it through, but I had to stretch it over to get to the other loop opening. To get the third loop around my cock, I had to pull up on the devise. This caused the relatively inflexibly body of the devise to tug my balls up and out in front of my body, stretching the sac to the limit. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to get the twine removed.
The third loop was adjustable, and as I was affixing it Alicia came over to "adjust" it properly. She yanked it so that it was very tightly secured around the base of my cock, stretching my balls out even further. I needed to hunch over in order to relieve the pain this wicked device caused to my grossly distended and disfigured scrotum sac. It looked hideously ridiculous as I was made to pose for the camera.
Alicia then approached with a five foot length of rawhide cord which had a metal clasp at one end. She attached the clasp to a metal ring on the underside of the cock and ball harness. She took the lead and paraded me around the room as I followed gingerly behind her in my hunched over position. Satisfied with the effectiveness of the leash, Alicia had me put my pants back on while she prepared to go to costume and prepare for filming.
The harness produced a huge bulge in the front of my pants. With the rawhide leash hanging out of my fly and my awkward stance, attention was sure to be drawn to the "bulge." This, however, was probably by design.
Alicia picked up the leash and set out for the costume set. I hobbled behind her as best I could, careful not to fall back too far given the short length of the lead. Numerous people stopped to stare at the new pet of the young star actress. Several took the time to make wise cracks about my predicament such as: "Hey Alicia, don’t you know the policy about dogs on the set?"
Yesterday, I would have died of shame if I was in this position. Today, although I was somewhat embarrassed, Strangely I was also proud of the attention Alicia was devoting towards me. She was devoting a considerable amount of her time and effort, and this I regarded with great joy that she would take such an interest in me.
I was so grateful to Alicia for the attention she bestowed upon me, I was able and perhaps even willing to suffer the utter humiliation she was putting me through. Maybe Alicia considered it necessary for someone like me to remain in her presence. For surely, she was a rare and special being. We arrived at the costume trailer and Alicia led me in. She walked me to a corner and ordered me to "Heel!"
I dropped to my hands and knees, and Alicia went off to dress. I refused to engage in conversation and sat there ignoring the insults that were hurled at me. A short time later, Alicia reappeared, looking radiant in a short babydoll dress. She had on flat sandals, exposing her pretty feet. She stopped in front of me as I knelt before her. She waited and I knew what she expected.
"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command. I will offer you my utmost effort with respect to your every wish. I will endeavor to satisfy your every need without any thought to myself," I said as she slid her foot in front of my downcast head.
Reverently I placed my lips to the tips of her exposed toes. I closed my eyes and softly and slowly kissed Alicia’s lovely foot, oblivious to the sounds of the crew as they joked and laughed at my obsequious performance. Alicia raised my face with her foot. Never have I felt so wonderful as I devotedly looked into her eyes. It was more than a greeting line that I just uttered. I believed it now with all my heart. I would do anything for her. I would suffer anything for her.
Alicia made some snorting sounds like those one makes when sucking snot into the back of the throat. Then she made some hacking noises collecting the snot into her mouth. Most of the cast was now silently watching in the trailer. I looked longingly into her eyes and she into mine. Alicia spit a large mass of phlegm, snot and saliva that splattered all over my face. The thick wad spread out from the force of the impact, covering an eye, my nose and mouth. I didn’t recoil at all. I had no feelings of disgust. I reached out with my tongue and collected as much as I could, savoring the delicious offering from Alicia who was becoming my reason for living.
"Thank you for your generous gift, Miss Alicia," I said proudly.
"Leash!" she said, and I handed her my lead.
She turned to leave, and I followed behind, choosing to crawl on my hands and knees as the snot and spittle oozed down my face. We proceeded to the filming sight, and I took a spot on the ground by Alicia’s chair. Alicia’s performance was superb as the filming commenced. They were quickly taping scenes in one or two takes. The director was so pleased, he decided to take a stab at the big scene. This was the scene which would make or break the film. Everyone was somewhat tense about how their performances would turn out. Alicia walked towards me as I sat awe stuck by her beauty. I put my face to the desert dirt.
"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command. I will offer you my utmost effort with respect to your every wish. I will endeavor to satisfy your every need without any thought to myself."
Her foot slid under my nose and I lovingly pecked kisses to her dusty toes.
"Leash!" she said, which I dutifully handed to her. "On your back."
I rolled over and Alicia stood over me with her feet on either side of my head. I was looking right up her fantastic legs to her pretty pale pink cotton panties which were barely covered by the babydoll dress. Alicia looked down at me as she reached under her skirt pulling the cotton panties to one side. Without warning Alicia began peeing on my prone body. I opened my mouth and attempted to catch as much of her precious nectar as possible, but the stream splattered from the top of my head to my neck. I wanted her to continue urinating on me as the feelings washing over me were pure nirvana.
Unfortunately, it ended all to quickly and Alicia took a seat in her chair. A tug on my leash and I slithered toward my Goddess. The crew watched in silence, not quite believing what they were witness to. My head was soaked in her urine. I placed my forehead to the ground at her feet.
"It looks like me feet and sandals are all wet and dirty," she remarked. "Quite filthy in fact. I wouldn’t suppose you would want to clean them?"
"Oh Miss Alicia please. Please grant me the honor and privilege of cleaning your feet and shoes. Please let me do it," I begged as if I would die if she didn’t grant me this task to perform.
"Very well," she said.
Her feet and sandals were soaked in her piss, and covered in dirt. Many were revolted at what I was doing. I had never felt joy and ecstasy quite this intense. I started at the bottom of her shoes and greedily lapped the pee soaked dirt. When I finished with the sandals, I looked up at Alicia and she nodded slightly. I removed my shirt and laid it down. Gently, I removed the newly cleaned sandals and placed them on the shirt, kissing each lovingly before so. I feasted my eyes on the heavenly sight of Alicia’s soiled feet before me.
"Thank you," I uttered with all the feeling I could muster. I placed my lips to her feet. It was as if I was hit by a thousand volts of electricity. My cock twitched with a sexual arousal I did not think humanly possible. I would have cum instantly if not for the cock harness biting quite deeply now into the base of my penis.
Nevertheless, I shuddered with feelings far more pleasurable than any orgasm I’d ever had. I licked and slurped every inch of her feet, and every nook and cranny, lost in a world where only Alicia and I existed.
Time for the shoot was at hand and Alicia woke me from my trance with a nudge of her pretty foot. Boldly, I took a chance for one last passionate kiss to the tip of her toes, then placed the sandals back on her feet. I knelt there as Alicia walked onto the set and the filming was set to begin.
I watched along with everyone else as Alicia gave the performance of a lifetime. The first shoot was absolutely perfect. The producer noted it was better than any Oscar performance he could remember. It was as if Alicia derived a power, strength and confidence from my suffering, subjugation and humiliation. I beamed with pride as she returned from the set. She looked magnificent, and carried an aire of superiority beyond any I’d seen before in her. She knew she was light years beyond anyone else out there, and her extreme arrogance was completely justified. She would be a star of galactic proportions. As she approached, I assumed my servile position and greeted her with all the enthusiasm I could summon.
"Miss Alicia, your most unworthy humble servant awaits your command. I will offer you my utmost effort with respect to your every wish. I will endeavor to satisfy your every need without any thought to myself."
She extended her foot, and I kissed it. I handed her my leash and we headed off to her trailer. Once inside, I was ordered to strip, and quickly did so. I noticed the purple coloring of my grotesque and painful balls and wondered how long I would be forced to wear this immensely painful harness.
Once disrobed, I wormed my way on my belly and supplicated myself at Alicia’s feet. She read through some papers and relaxed after the successful day of filming. After a time she picked up the phone and ordered dinner be sent to her at the trailer. I, on the other hand, had never known such contentment. As I lay on my belly, my head at her feet, Alicia would occasionally run her foot through my hair, putting me in a state of pure bliss. There was a knock on the door and Alicia sent me to answer it. The caterer was stunned when he saw my naked body, and he couldn’t take his eyes off my cock and balls.
"The food?" I said.
"Oh yes," he replied, "doesn’t that hurt to high heaven?" looking at my purple, distended balls and scrotum sac. I merely took the food and returned to Alicia.
"Set the food out for two," she said, disappearing in the back. I set the table and got down on my knees to await Alicia’s return. Shortly, she returned with a Tupperware container and stopped at the camcorder to start it recording.
"Would you like to join me for dinner?" she asked nicely.
"Yes," I said somewhat flabbergasted.
We sat at the table and I waited my cue. Alicia opened the Tupperware and placed it on the ground at her feet. "I’ll release you from the cock harness, and your service to me, and treat you like an equal for the rest of the time we work together, and you can have a formal dinner at the table with me," she said and then paused. "Or you could return to the floor, with the harness remaining in place, and continue to be treated as less than an animal, and have what’s in the bowl for dinner."
I looked down and saw her turd in the Tupperware. The decision was easy, and Alicia knew it. I had never experienced one tenth of the joy and ecstasy as I had in the last twenty-four hours supplicating myself to this Goddess. I wanted nothing more than to remain at her feet. I slid off the chair and put my face into the bowl about to eat like the dog I was, when Alicia stopped me.
"If you choose what’s in that bowl, you must first agree to cease to exist as a man and become my total and complete slave. You will be nothing more than my property, and I will determine how you live….and die," she said quite seriously.
No matter what might happen, I didn’t care. I couldn’t bear the thought of "living" without Alicia, for I knew that I couldn’t call it life without her. Once graced by her magnificence it was impossible to go on living without. I lowered my face to the bowl and started eating her sewerage, only to me there wasn’t a more succulent meal in the world. I savored each bite, as Alicia was once again behind the camera.
"I intend to send this film to all who knew the ‘person’ who died moments ago. I’m sure his parents and friends will want to know why he disappeared. Say hello to those nice people," Alicia said. It was difficult to tear myself away from Alicia’s most generous treat, and I did not want to hastily swallow the choice piece I was chewing. Alicia moved in for a close up as I finished.
"Hello," I said, "i am shiteater, Miss Alicia’s toilet."
i said it with no emotion. i didn’t care what i had to give up to be with Alicia. All else was meaningless to me. i returned to my feast which i finished all to quickly.
"Would you like some dessert?" Alicia asked. "I didn’t get a chance to wipe my butt. But you’ll do it for me, won’t you shiteater."
"Oh yes Miss Alicia," i said not believing my good fortune.
Alicia leaned forward against the table and flipped the hem of her short babydoll dress up exposing her perfect naked ass. She swayed her hips side to side and i was mesmerized. i moved towards her glorious ass, drool practically running out of the corners of my mouth. i placed tender kisses to each of her fine orbs. So perfect. An uncontrollable animal lust raged within me. i reached her sacred hole, my shrine, and commenced licking her clean. Lapping up each precious morsel i could find. The rim completely cleaned, i probed into her rosebud. Alicia rocked back and forth as i tongue fucked her poop shoot with every ounce of strength in my being. I shuddered with waves of pleasure not humanly possible. i surely was close to the brink of madness. Alicia rocked back faster and faster, and i renewed my efforts, probing deeper and deeper. Despite the cursed, biting cock harness, i came in an earth shattering orgasm with such force, cum ejaculated its way through the harness threatening to cut through my penis.
I was so delirious from my own pleasure, i was unaware that Alicia too had rode my face to multiple orgasms. She fell exhausted into the chair, and i collapsed at her feet.
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Scat Story
( enjoy the story )
Bridget and Alyssa Make Arnold Eat Shit
My name is Arnold. I am a 27-year old male who just can't seem to catch a break.
I recently moved back in with my parents and sister, because I've been a failure
in every aspect of my life, and cannot succeed on my own. My reappearance in the
household has not been well received by my 17-year old sister-she and her
friends have always treated me with total contempt and disrespect (as do all
women). This world has definitely gone very wrong for me. As usual, this
particular day began inauspiciously. I had approached a beautiful 17-year old
girl (whom I had seen around town), and asked her out-but she very rudely turned
me down, so I spent the evening by myself. Later on, I returned home to find
that my sister was hosting another slumber party. So to avoid being picked on by
everyone there, I decided to go to my room, where I eventually fell asleep.
However, in the middle of the night, I was awakened by a vicious SLAP to my
face. I looked up, and saw none other than the face of the girl who had turned
me down! Her name is Bridget, and she is so incredibly beautiful, that my cock
inflated immediately. She has long jet-black hair, tanned white skin, huge tits,
a small waist, a gorgeous ass, long shapely legs, tall stature (she is probably
over 6 feet tall), and an unbelievably sexy Scottish accent (she was born in
Scotland, and her family moved here to the United States when she was a child).
Anyway, whenever I see her around town, and hear her speaking to someone, I just
drool uncontrollably. That's why I approached her that day (even though I
realize that I have no chance at all of ever acquiring any female
companionship).
"Wake up, asshole!" she screamed. The sound of laughter caused me to look
around. Upon doing so, I quickly discovered that two additional girls were in my
room, as well. They were standing on either side of me, smiling wickedly. "I
hope I didn't ruin your night by rejecting you," said Bridget "so I've decided
to give you another chance. Of course, it's not like you have a choice in the
matter." I tried to sit up, but my wrists were tied to the bedposts, along with
my ankles. All I could move was my head. "So you want to go on a date with me?"
she asked. "First, you'll have to impress me. And in order for you to do that,
you'll have to go through a ton of humiliation. I don't date just anybody, you
know." With that, she sat on my stomach and set her feet on either side of my
head, holding it still. Then, she used my face to pry off both of her filthy
sneakers.
"What are you doing?" I demanded. "I'm doing anything that I want to do,"
Bridget replied. "And you're going to do whatever the fuck I want to do, as
well-starting with smelling my stinky feet. But first a little appetizer." She
took her sneaker, pressed the open end over my nose, and held it there. I
quickly turned my head to the side, because the stench was horrendous. In an
instant, Bridget's two friends were sitting next to my bed, on either side of my
head. They extended their legs, so that the filthy soles of their sneakers were
squeezing my head into an upright position, thereby forcing me to smell the
stench inside Bridget's rotting sneaker. With one hand pressed tightly over my
mouth, Bridget held her sneaker over my nose with her other hand. I felt so
humiliated-I was being woman-handled by teenagers! "Get your nose in there,
Arnold!" she commanded. "Get your nose way up into the sweaty, stinky toe
section and smell my foot odor, you fucking loser. Just smell that stench, you
ugly little creep! I'm gonna kick your sissy ass for bothering me, you old fart.
A fucking pervert like you deserves to be worked over. How do you like that
smell, Arnold? I have been wearing these sneakers for so many years now, that
there are actually things growing inside them! Just smell that atrocious odor,
you jerk. Suffer, you fucking loser!"
After about an hour of this mistreatment, Bridget said "Okay, I think you're
ready for the real thing now." Instantly, her sneakers were replaced with both
her sock-covered feet. They smelled so horrible! "I've been wearing these socks
for two weeks now, so I'm sure they really stink. What do you think, slave?" I
would have argued with the "slave" part, but I had a face-full of her dirty,
stinky feet. "You like that smell? Does it turn you on, Arnold? I bet it does. I
knew you'd like it, you little pervert. Let's just see how long you can take
it." Bridget continued to rub her reeking, filthy, sweaty socks into my face,
until she was good and ready to stop.
The entire time, I was forced to breathe only through my tortured nose; the
girls who were forcefully sandwiching my skull between their (now bare) feet,
had taken off their utterly filthy, sweat-soaked socks, and stuffed them right
into my poor mouth. Meanwhile, the raunchy, outlandish odor of Bridget's
sock-covered feet was killing me.
"Are you ready to give up yet, slave?" she asked. "Do you want my stinky socks
out of your face?" "Yes" I mumbled through the sole of her sock. "Then you have
to do me a favor first," she said. "Relationships go two ways, you know. Stick
out your tongue." She removed the socks from my mouth, but I hesitated to
comply. "Have it your way," she said as she pressed her feet even harder onto my
face. "Fine" I mumbled and stuck out my tongue. She immediately pressed her heel
onto my tongue, and slowly rubbed the entire sole of her foot across it, until
the bottoms of her toes rested there. Then, she did the same with her other
foot. The taste was nauseating, and I could feel bits of dirt, fiber, and foot
sweat collecting in my mouth. She left her toes resting there for awhile. Then,
she suddenly shoved all her toes into my mouth, forcing it wide open. "Now suck
on my socks slave, if you ever want to get them out of your face." So I sucked
for all I was worth. What choice did I have?
After too long a time period, she said "Very good, slave-now one last thing.
Grip the toe end of my left sock between your teeth, so that I can slide my foot
out, and get these filthy, stinky socks out of your face." After that was done,
I was ordered to do the same with the right sock. (Of course, her logic appeared
to be flawed. If she truly wanted to remove the socks from my face, she could
simply do so without making a big production of it.) Unfortunately, rather than
remove the socks from my face as she'd promised, she instead used her bare toes
to shove them right into my mouth! She then used the soles of her feet to seal
my mouth shut.
"The duct tape, Steffi?" requested Bridget. Steffi handed her a roll of duct
tape. Bridget cut off a very large strip, and used it to really seal my mouth
shut. "Be grateful, Arnold" she said. "My socks aren't on your face anymore!
Now, you don't have to smell them-you just have to suck on them. And you had
better do a damned good job too, if you ever want them out of your mouth
tonight." I assumed that Steffi and the other girl had lost interest in watching
my degradation, because they left the room. Now it was just myself, Bridget, and
her filthy socks in my mouth. My mouth was being used as a washing machine by a
teenage girl!
Then, Bridget viciously SLAPPED her bare feet onto my face. "Smell my feet, you
fucking loser, and maybe I'll allow you some freedom tonight. But not until I'm
satisfied." She constantly toyed with my facial features using her bare, stinky
feet. The majority of the time, she kept her sweaty toes right over my nose. She
also loved working my poor nose in between her toes, because she knew that the
odor there was abominable.
Bridget just used my face as a foot massager. She firmly rubbed her sweaty,
horribly stinky bare feet all over my nose and face. She took turns rubbing each
smelly foot over my tortured nose, from her toes, to her arch, to her heel. She
actually used my nose to massage between her stinky toes! She even made me
thoroughly sniff underneath her very long, dirty toenails. This gorgeous bitch
had no concern whatsoever for my dignity, comfort, aching face or sore nose. And
to exacerbate my humiliation, she constantly laughed at my predicament,
chastised me, and taunted me mercilessly.
"Smell my raunchy foot odor Arnold, you fucking pathetic loser!" she commanded.
"Smell my fucking feet thoroughly, or I'll hurt you, big time. I'll rub your
tiny, useless cock right into the dirt, you asshole. Smell between my stinky
toes Arnold, or I'll kick your balls from here to Vermont. Do you think I'm
playing games with you here, you little wimp?! Just smell my nasty foot odor! An
ugly sissy loser like you deserves to be worked over and tortured. You are the
biggest loser I have ever seen. You're so fucking repugnant, that no girl will
ever be interested in you romantically. You'll definitely never have a
girlfriend, Arnold. The only thing you deserve from pretty girls, is to be
treated like dirt. Women just feel compelled to beat you up, humiliate you, and
hurt you terribly-and you deserve nothing more from us. You are nothing but a
complete loser, Arnold, and you deserve every bit of this abuse. So smell my
sweaty feet, you little faggot! Smell underneath my long, stinky toenails, you
fucking eyesore! Get that crooked nose of yours in between my toes, and start
sniffing. Smell in between each and every sweaty toe, you creep! I'll teach you
to ask me out for a date, you loser. You are a nauseating, effeminate piece of
filth, and I'm gonna treat you exactly as you deserve. How do you like
constantly smelling my nasty foot odor, Arnold? You know, my feet haven't stunk
this badly in ages, and I hope it kills you. I hate your guts, you know. You are
so fucking ugly, that it hurts to look at you. And you wanted me to date you?!
What are you, a fucking comedian or something? Just smell my stinky feet, loser.
I'll wipe my sweaty feet right in your face, any time I please. Do you
understand me, you little wimp? Just suffer!!"
My nose wrinkled up and my eyeballs crossed, as her overwhelmingly stinky foot
odor battered my brain. The stench of this beautiful young girl's feet was so
foul and unbearable; but with the tape over my mouth, and my whole body
immobilized, I could do nothing but smell Bridget's feet constantly. And the
entire time, she was grinning down at me triumphantly.
After about an hour of this, she finally removed the duct tape and socks from my
mouth. "Don't get excited yet, slave" she said. "Now that you've smelled my
feet, you get to clean them for me with your tongue. Now stick out your tongue,
or I'll leave you like this until your parents find you." So I stuck my tongue
out, as far as I could. "Don't expect me to do this for you, Arnold--start
licking." I began licking the soles of her feet, tasting sock fiber, foot sweat,
dirt, crud, and whatever else had adhered to her smelly feet over the course of
the day. When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her soles, she shoved
her toes into my mouth. "Now start with my big toe, lick all around it, and make
sure you remove all the crud from between my toes, as well. And you'd better do
a fucking brilliant job of it, you loser, or I'll sit on your ugly face until
you suffocate and die." Humiliated and intimidated, I began sucking on her toes
and licking between them, chewing and swallowing any toe jam and gunk that I
could find. "Remove the grime from between my toes and from underneath my
toenails, and eat it all, you fucking loser" she commanded. I did this with all
five toes, then did the same with her other foot. "Very good Arnold-you're
almost done" said Bridget. "We're onto the better part of this date now. Are you
ready, asshole?"
As I lay there in my room, bullied and thoroughly degraded by this beautiful
brunette Scottish bitch, I was sure that my life could not possibly get any
worse. I was wrong...
I lay motionless as Bridget stood up on my bed, wondering what the bitch was
going to do to me next. She unzipped her jeans, slid them off, and tossed them
in the corner of my room. Then she removed her bloomers, and tossed that on top
of her jeans. Grinning broadly at me, she observed "You like my pussy an awful
lot, don't you Arnold?" Well, in spite of the terrorism she was subjecting me
to, I had to be honest with her. I told her that her raven-haired Scottish pussy
was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Inexplicably (and shamefully), I
was still in love with her! Of course, her vagina also looked like it was well
used and abused. Laughing wickedly at me, she replied "Gee, that's too bad
Arnold, because it's not my beautiful pussy you're going to get!" With that, she
turned around (now facing my feet) and squatted down, until her gorgeous ass was
only two inches above my face.
"They don't really smell the same, now do they Arnold?" she asked, smirking. I
was too stunned to answer, so she continued. "Well, maybe you just need a closer
look at it." Suddenly, her smelly, dirty butt plopped down right onto my
helpless face. "Do they smell the same now, loser?" I already knew what pussy
smelled like, and it didn't smell anything like this, but I wasn't going to give
her the satisfaction of responding. "Well, this is as close as you're ever going
to get to my cute little pussy Arnold, so you might as well just enjoy my stinky
rear-end instead, you complete loser!" said Bridget. "Oh and by the way, the
smell will only get worse."
As if on cue, the moment she said that, she let a huge fart rip right on my
trapped face. "How does that smell, Arnold?" she inquired, laughing
hysterically. "Do you like the smell of my fart gas, you little geek? I'll fart
right up your nose whenever the fuck I please." I still didn't answer, so she
started bouncing up and down on my face. "I asked you a question, slave!" she
insisted. Even if I had wanted to answer, there was no way I could have, with
her smelly ass planted on my face. "Well, this is our first date" she said.
"What, you don't kiss on the first date? What kind of gentleman are you? Don't
be shy, Arnold. Go ahead and give me a kiss." I wasn't about to, so she started
pressing all of her weight down onto my face. Now, I couldn't breathe at all!
"You kiss my ass if you'd ever like to breathe again, Arnold" threatened
Bridget. After a few minutes, I had no choice. I kissed her asshole, because I
couldn't move my head enough to kiss anywhere else. "You call that a kiss??" she
criticized me. "Kiss it like you mean it, boy!"
So I kissed her asshole repeatedly. In the middle of it, she forced another huge
fart right into my mouth-so I tried to catch my breath, and I stopped kissing.
"Did I say you could stop?" demanded Bridget. "As far as you're concerned, my
farts should be reason enough to keep on kissing, you little wimp. So do it!" I
had no choice but to obey. "Good boy," said Bridget. "Now that we've broken the
ice on our first date, how about we move up a step into French-kissing? Come on
Arnie, get that tongue up my butt!"
As soon as I felt her full weight on my face again, I forced my tongue out into
her crack. "Go on, lick up and down my ass crack, slave" ordered Bridget. "This
is the only sex you're good for, you total creep, so take advantage of it. Work
that tongue into my ass, you fucking loser." I pushed my tongue into her rectum,
tasting the foul remnants of her last bowel movement, but I had no choice. "Now
push it as far as you can up my Scottish butt. Stretch it out as far as it will
go, and then some" she demanded. I formed an "O" with my lips, and pushed my
tongue as far as I could up her filthy, smelly ass. "You can get it up further
than that, come on!" encouraged Bridget. "I'm not leaving here until I'm
satisfied-so get it over with, slave!" So I extended my neck as far as I could,
and forced my tongue even further up. As soon as I did this, she let loose
another huge fart right into my poor mouth. Bridget laughed wickedly and said,
"Was that worth all the effort, Arnold? Don't worry though, there's more where
that came from!" And she let loose yet another fart, as I pushed my tongue even
further up her shitty rectum.
After two miserable hours of servicing her rear-end orally, and being forced to
smell her farts all this time, she finally said "Well Arnold, I'm sorry to tell
you this, but our date has to come to an end. You just can't seem to satisfy me
well enough, so I'm afraid you're going to get dumped, you fucking sissy." She
raised her ass about two inches above my face, but the smell of shit was still
quite strong. "You mean you're finally letting me go?" I asked, incredulously.
"Almost," responded Bridget. "I said you're getting dumped, you obnoxious,
obtuse little moron! I HAVE TO TAKE A DUMP, AND YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT-RIGHT IN
YOUR WIMPY TOILET MOUTH!! It's really an easy concept to understand, Arnold."
I couldn't believe my ears! I was being held captive in my room, by someone who
doesn't live in my house, and she tells me that she's going to take a shit in my
mouth!! "At a loss for words?" taunted Bridget. "Don't worry-pretty soon you
won't be able to talk even if you want to. You're gonna have a mouthful of
manure, you complete loser. I am going to make you eat my entire bowel movement,
Arnold. How does that sound, you fucking jerk? I'm going to make you do the most
disgusting, humiliating, horrifying thing one person could do to another. I'm
gonna take a good, healthy crap right into your loser mouth Arnold, and then I'm
going to make you EAT every disgusting drop!! I'm going to make you eat shit
until you learn your proper place around here!"
"Now open wide my little toilet, and get ready to eat my shit, you total loser.
I've been holding it in for a really long time now, and it can't wait any
longer. I don't know if you could tell, with all the gas I've been having
recently." She lowered her ass back down onto my face. "Come on, open up, and
get ready for your midnight snack," she said. "Although it's really gonna be
more like a ten-course meal." Suddenly, I couldn't breathe anymore. She began
pressing down with all her weight again. "I'm not going anywhere until this is
done. So you might as well just open up and get it over with. Unless of course,
you'd rather be terminated right here and now." I couldn't believe it. I had no
choice but to open my mouth and await my fate. "That's a good little toilet
bowl," Bridget laughed. Just then, she let out a huge fart, more forceful than
any of the others.
In just a moment, I could see the tip of a huge, thick dense log of female shit
making its way toward my mouth. I decided then to shut my eyes and just wait for
everything to happen. My entire world was Bridget's ass in my face, along with
the smell of her butthole and her fresh shit, about to pass into my unfortunate
mouth. She was laughing hysterically at me the whole time. I couldn't believe
what she had reduced me to.
Suddenly, I could feel her shit against my lips, and soon it reached my tongue,
then the back of my mouth and throat. Her first log must have been at least 18
inches in length and 4 inches in diameter! The damned thing just kept coiling
around in my mouth, again and again. My mouth was becoming packed full of her
shit. My cheeks were bulging so much, they hurt. There was so much female fecal
matter in my mouth, that some of it had already slid down my poor throat. The
stench was unbelievable, and the taste was far worse. The flavor was simply
hideous. Finally, the monster exited Bridget's bottom, and she lifted up a
little, allowing me some air.
"Now start chewing it, you total loser!" she said. "I want to see you eat my
shit. Eat it up, you toilet. Just eat shit, you fucking creep. I'll teach you to
bother me, Arnold. I'll teach you to ask me for a date. You wanted a date? Well,
you've got one. Now eat my shit, you fucking toilet bowl. Start mouthing my
female turds, Arnold. Chew it up, you complete loser. I want you to thoroughly
experience what must be the most hideous, nauseating taste there is. Chew it
nice and slowly Arnold, so that you completely bring out the delicious flavor."
I started chewing the huge log of shit that filled my mouth. "How does that
mouthful of crap taste, Arnold? Do you enjoy eating my shit, you complete loser?
You deserve to eat women's shit, for being an unattractive, cowardly,
natural-born LOSER! You have got to be the unluckiest guy who ever lived. I
mean, you have never ever had a girlfriend, and you never will-and for that, you
deserve to eat shit, Arnold. Now start swallowing!" I quickly obeyed, trying to
get this ordeal over with. "You'd better hurry," warned Bridget. "There's
another one on its way this moment!"
Just then, she let out another fart right up my defenseless nose. I chewed and
swallowed her shit as fast as I could, and the whole time she was laughing
hysterically. "You should consider yourself lucky, Arnold" she said. "It's a
real honor to be used as a toilet by a beautiful girl like myself. You're the
first person I've ever had serve as my toilet. I think I'll come over here more
often. We could even go on more dates-how does that sound?" I was about to tell
her how it sounded, but as soon as I opened my mouth, another enormous log of
shit dropped right into it.
"Enjoy your meal, you fucking loser," she taunted. "Chew it now, nice and slow.
Eat shit, you jerk! I said eat shit, Arnold!! Eat my shit, you fucking geek!
Taste it! Taste every bit of it completely! And yes, Arnold, you do deserve
this. You deserve every bit of this. You deserve it for being a total loser. You
were born a complete loser, and I'm gonna make sure that you never transcend
that status. You deserve to eat shit, Arnold, for being a total creep. You
deserve to be humiliated and degraded by pretty girls, just for being a
disgusting freak of nature. I know that you've had a major crush on me Arnold,
and for that, you deserve to eat shit. So just keep working on that huge
mouthful of crap you have there. Swallow every fucking bit of it, or I'll pound
your testicles into mush! You know what you're eating, don't you loser? You are
eating the stinky, slimy, filthy, brown, disgusting, gooey, sticky, smelly waste
that came out of my butt!! It fell right out of my ass, and you're eating it,
Arnold. There isn't any more disgusting thing than that in the whole world, you
know. Several days' worth of crap just came out of my butt, and it's all in your
mouth now and down your miserable throat. Eat that shit, Arnold! You deserve to
be tortured. You deserve to be the unhappiest person in the world. How does my
shit taste, you total loser? Do you like the taste of my crap, Arnold? Do you
like eating someone else's excrement? Just keep chewing and swallowing my bowel
movement, you fucking WIMP!! You are the wimpiest, sorriest excuse for a man
that I have ever seen, and you deserve to be humiliated for it. I'll shit right
into your mouth, and make you eat it, whenever the fuck I want to, Arnold. You
understand me, loser? I'm gonna see to it that dozens of pretty girls use your
sissy mouth as their toilet every fucking day. I'll make you eat so much female
shit, that you will never again approach a woman as if you are a real man or
something. You are a nothing, Arnold-remember that. You don't deserve to have a
date, or a girlfriend, or any happiness at all. You are only fit to eat women's
shit, smell their feet, eat their snot, drink their spit, lick between their
toes, smell their sweaty armpits, smell their farts, drink their piss, kiss
their asses and die!! You deserve only to be a toilet for any pretty girl who
wishes to humiliate you, and put you in your proper place. You deserve to have
the smell of sweaty, stinky female feet in your nose, and the taste of female
shit in your mouth, for the rest of your pathetic life, Arnold! You got a
problem with that, loser? I didn't think so, you bastard. Keep eating my shit,
Arnold. Woof it all down, you loser."
Finally, I got everything down. It was the worst experience of my life, and the
abominable taste wouldn't go away. I thought, "Finally this is almost over."
Just then, I heard a sound, like her stomach rumbling. "Uh-oh," sighed Bridget.
"Guess you're not done yet. Still a little bit more. Better open really wide for
this one, so none of it gets on your face or in your eyes or nose." I opened my
mouth wide just in time. Suddenly, a deluge of liquid shit poured in, filling my
mouth to capacity. "Look at the bright side," quipped Bridget, "at least you
don't have to chew any of this. All you have to do is swallow it. It may take
awhile, but you'll get through it. Just drink my diarrhea, you disgusting
toilet! Choke on it, you eyesore! Drink down that nasty liquid shit Arnold, and
suffer! I'm really putting you in your place, aren't I? I am so superior to you
Arnold, that you deserve to be my slave. You deserve to be my toilet, you
worthless little virgin loser!" After an agonizing hour of the most degrading
chore of my life, it was finally all down. "There, that wasn't so bad-now was
it?" asked Bridget. "Too bad there's no toilet paper in reach, though. I guess
you'd better get your sissy tongue back in there and start cleaning, Arnold.
Then this whole ordeal might be over." So slowly, I pushed my sore tongue up her
butt, and used it to remove the remnants of her feces that had adhered to the
inside of her rectum. Then I brought it all into my mouth and swallowed
it-before obediently licking her entire filthy anal area completely clean. "Now
that wasn't as humiliating as you thought it was going to be, was it?" she asked
me sardonically. "You're almost done now, Arnold. And this was only our first
date! Just imagine how enjoyable our second date will be, you worm, the next
time I spend the night over. We're going to have so much fun together! Well, at
least I'm going to."
At last, it seemed that Bridget was finally going to stop bullying me. "Oh, I
almost forgot" she suddenly said. "Before I leave you Arnold, I just want to
show you how much I respect you. I mean, I speak for all us girls when I tell
you that I just think so highly of you Arnold, and I'd really like to show you
how I feel." Yeah, right. If using my mouth as her toilet is Bridget's way of
showing me respect, I'd hate to be around when she's in the mood to be
disrespectful to me! Now, I didn't know what the bitch had in store for me next,
but I did know that I wouldn't like whatever it was. Diabolically, Bridget
approached my prostrate body, leaned over like she was about to kiss me, and
began to blow her nose all over my face and into my mouth. She must have had
allergies or a cold virus, or something, because she released a ton of mucus
from her nose. She just emptied the contents of both nostrils right onto my
helpless face, and into my poor mouth. My humiliation kept growing
exponentially. Then, when she was done using me as a snot rag, she began to spit
all over my face, as well! Bridget just spit right in my face, over every inch
of it, coating it with her saliva. I hadn't realized that one girl could produce
that much saliva, because when she was done 15 minutes later, my face must have
been covered with 4 inches of gooey, slimy, greasy female spit. My mouth and
throat were filled with her saliva, as well.
"Take that, you total loser!" Bridget screamed at me. "In your face Arnold, you
disgusting little spittoon! Now you know what I think of an ugly, perverted,
virgin piece-of-filth loser like you, Arnold! Just in case forcing you to eat my
shit didn't convey how much I hate your guts, this ought to do the trick. I just
blew snot and spit all over your repulsive face, and down your sissy throat,
Arnold. What do you think of that? Huh?"
I was too heart-broken, despondent and humiliated to answer her.
"I'll spit right in your face any time I please, you bastard! How do you like
them apples, you virgin loser? I'm done with you for this evening Arnold, but
your degradation is hardly over, because now I am going to call the others in
here. I am only the first girl who bullies you tonight! I wanted to kick your
sorry little ass first Arnold, because you offended me most recently. Your mere
presence in this town offends all the girls, you know, and we all want to put
you in your place. But I just had to be the first to do it, because you had the
nerve to ask me to spend time with you. Well Arnie, you wanted a date with
me-you just got one!"
With the conclusion of this diatribe, Bridget stood up on my bed and viciously
slammed the heel of her bare foot right into my unprotected, vulnerable
genitals. Then she did it again-harder. The pain was excruciating, naturally,
but not something with which I was unfamiliar.
"Take that, you pervert!" she told me. As I lay there in agony, Bridget laughed
at me sadistically for some time, before leaving the room.
Much too soon, the other 14 girls in the house entered my room. They're all
totally beautiful, and range in age from 14 to 25 years old. My 17-year old
sister was the first to speak.
"I understand that my friend Bridget has been using you as her personal toilet,
brother darling. Well Arnold, we are going to punish you some more, you fucking
loser, for being an incredibly unlucky, shit-eating virgin. For being Bridget's
toilet, we're gonna make you eat shit, brother dear. For being a perverted
unhappy loser, we're all going to take a crap right into your sissy toilet
mouth, you dirty old fuck-and you are going to EAT every disgusting drop, you
fucking jerk!"
My loving sister continued her verbal assault.
"You were put on this Earth to be a complete loser, Arnold. That is your
destiny. It's your God-given purpose in life. Total winners like us have a
responsibility to maintain your status as a complete loser. We must never allow
you to transcend that role. We must never allow you any happiness. You must lose
every single time, Arnold. For beautiful, popular, successful girls like us,
life is heavenly. But for you Arnold, life should totally stink-and girls like
us are always going to see to it that it does. You are a born loser, Arnold.
Therefore, life for you should be miserable, and then you die! Once a loser,
always a loser, you scum. You deserve nothing better. You deserve to be treated
with total contempt by women. You deserve to be treated just like the pile of
shit you are, Arnold. So eat my friends' shit, you 27-year old virgin loser!"
With that, each beautiful young lady worked me over. The girls lined up for the
privilege of making me eat their shit. It was the most horrifying, degrading
experience of my life. Unfortunately, it was hardly the first time I'd been made
to eat women's shit; girls and women have been using my mouth as a toilet since
I was 10 years old. Females feel compelled to abuse me terribly, and they have
no problem doing it-I am very short and very weak. I'm frail and have almost no
physical strength, so it's quite easy for women of all ages to bully me.
The first girl to take a dump in my mouth was a beautiful brunette. She made me
eat her entire bowel movement, while everyone laughed hysterically at me.
Naturally, she felt the need to humiliate me verbally, as she did so physically.
"You dirty old man! You fucking pervert! For being an ugly, wimpy, perverted
complete loser, you deserve to EAT MY SHIT, Arnold! Taste it, you jerk! You
should be made to eat girls' shit constantly, you fucking creep." As each young
lady used me as a common toilet, the other 14 girls chanted sadistically in the
background "EAT SHIT, EAT SHIT, EAT SHIT, EAT SHIT, EAT SHIT, EAT SHIT!!"
The next girl to take a crap in my mouth was a gorgeous blonde. She made me eat
her whole shitload, as well. This bitch felt the need to add insult to injury,
by chastising me the entire time.
"You are so unattractive, and such a fucking sissy Arnold, that your sister
tells me you've never had a girlfriend in your entire life. I'm not surprised.
What woman would want you? You are a total loser. You must be the unhappiest,
most sexually starved and frustrated guy who ever lived. Somebody like you
should only be a toilet bowl for women. You've never had a girlfriend Arnold, so
you deserve to eat my shit! Chew it up, you fucking loser. Just EAT SHIT! EAT MY
SHIT, you fucking toilet!!"
The next girl to shit into my poor mouth was an incredibly sexy red-head. Like
the others, she climbed up onto my bed, squatted over my helpless face, held
onto the headboard to maintain her balance, and dropped a colon-full of shit
right into my mouth. She made me eat every drop.
"For being a perverted, lonely, miserably unhappy 27-year old virgin loser
failure, you deserve to eat my shit, Arnold!" she told me unsympathetically.
"Shit-eating is just what an obnoxious, irritating little twerp like you
deserves. If it were up to me, shit is all you would ever eat. Eat my shit, you
little freak! Eat that dirt! Chew my filth, Arnold. Flush it down your sissy
toilet throat. Just EAT FEMALE SHIT!!"
The next girl to make me eat her feces, was a stunningly gorgeous brunette from
England. As she watched me chew up her fourth huge log of shit, she said "You
sicken me, you ugly pervert! You don't deserve to be treated affectionately by
women, Arnold-like other guys do. You deserve only to be a toilet, and eat
women's shit for the rest of your miserable, pathetic life. So just keep eating
my shit! Do you hear me, boy? I told you to eat shit! Munch on that delicious
log of crap, you little faggot. When I tell you to eat shit, you had better do
exactly that. Is that clear, you tiny-cocked little virgin loser? Swallow my
disgusting female waste, Mr. Toilet. PeeeeUuuuu-if shit tastes even half as bad
as it smells, I sure as hell wouldn't want to be you right now! I hope you are
suffering miserably, Arnold. Eat my shit, you complete loser. EAT SHIT! EAT
SHIT! EAT SHIT!!"
The next girl to fill my mouth with excrement was a beautiful young Mexican
bitch. Her long, black wavy hair cascaded down her gorgeous backside, as she
used my mouth as her toilet. She made me eat shit, while laughing at me and
taunting me.
"Take that, Arnold!" she announced. "Don't you dare look like you don't want to
be my toilet bowl, you disrespectful jerk! You did it for the other girls, and
you're going to do it for me too. What's fair is fair, right Arnold? That's it
loser-just chew up my waste. If I want you to eat shit...well then, you'll eat
shit! Chew up my smelly bowel movement, Arnold. Chew it up thoroughly! Just eat
shit, you fucking loser! I said EAT SHIT!!"
She and the others were laughing hysterically at me. The Hispanic girl was
simply gloating over her domination of me, and everyone else was equally
jubilant.
The next beautiful young bitch to mistreat me, was a tall Israeli girl. Her name
is Leot, and she could easily be (maybe is) a model. Her long brown hair,
gorgeous face and sexy figure would have driven me crazy under different
circumstances. Unfortunately, she seems to despise me just as much as the other
girls do. She took a HUGE shit right into my mouth, and forced me to consume it
all.
"Mmmm" she said. "Isn't my shit yummy, Arnold?" She and the other girls laughed
at my obvious misery. "Don't you just love the taste of female shit, Arnold?
I've never tasted any, of course, but it must be delicious, because you're
eating so much of it tonight. Do you enjoy eating shit, Arnold? I hope so. With
all the shit-eating practice you're getting this evening, you will become an
expert shit-eater in no time. Choke on it, you fucking loser. Push your sissy
tongue right into every disgusting lump. Coat the inside of your toilet mouth
with it. Chew up each nasty log of crap thoroughly you loser, and then flush it
down your faggot throat. Just eat my shit, you bastard, or I'll kick your wimpy
little ass right here! EAT SHIT, Arnold! Just EAT SHIT, you virgin loser!!"
The next girl to take advantage of my role as a toilet bowl, was a young Irish
goddess. She looks just like Maureen O'Hara did in "The Quiet Man" (which is no
small compliment). This total bitch didn't even know me, yet she was
unreasonably eager to punish and humiliate me. She dumped an enormous amount of
feces into my mouth, and ordered me to eat it all in record time. The petulant,
sadistic bitch abused my testicles while she laughed at my whole ordeal.
"I thought I'd seen it all," she remarked "but this thing underneath me is, by
far, the biggest loser I have ever encountered. I mean, what a fucking wimp! Do
you hear me down there, you fucking toilet? I am so superior to you, that you
deserve to be my garbage disposal. You should eat all of my garbage, Arnold-not
just my shit. You were born only to eat girls' garbage and girls' shit, you
fucking monstrosity! You are getting exactly what you deserve this evening
Arnold, so eat my shit! I said EAT SHIT, Arnold!! Taste it, you creep! Woof it
all down, you total loser!"
When I had finally finished swallowing the last of this Irish bitch's manure,
she made me lick her ass, butthole and rectum spotless (as did all the girls
that night).
The next young female bully to introduce me to the taste of her shit, was a
strawberry-blonde Welsh girl named Danella. I still cannot believe how beautiful
she is! I mean, this girl looks identical to Bridget Fonda. She took great
pleasure in making me eat the immense amount of shit she'd been saving up for
days, in anticipation of this event.
"Start eating your meal, boy!" Danella ordered me with her cute accent.
"How do you like eating my shit, Arnold? Does it taste really good? Aren't you
honored to be my toilet? Doesn't it sexually excite you to be a toilet for such
a ravishingly beautiful girl like me? My shit belongs in your mouth, Arnold.
Every one of my bowel movements should be deposited right into your sissy mouth.
Keep eating my shit, Arnold. Eat shit, you fucking loser. Choke on it! I've been
holding it all in just for you, so you'd better be appreciative. You deserve to
be subjected to the most humiliating things women can do to you, you fucking
sewer-mouth. I'll make you eat my shit, or use your face as a foot-sweat
remover, or use your nose as my butthole massager or armpit massager, or
whatever the fuck else I can think of. How do you like that, you complete loser?
You deserve to be forced to eat my shit and massage my sweaty, stinky armpits
with your nose, Arnold. And don't you dare think that your mouth is too good for
my shit, boy. You ate the other girls shit, and you're gonna eat mine too! You
got that, you virgin loser? Just eat shit and die, you fucking pervert!"
The next young female terrorist in line was another drop-dead gorgeous brunette.
She was no less cruel than the others. As she took the position above my toilet
mouth, she said, "I should let you know Arnold, that if the other girls get
their shit eaten, then you eat my shit too. And you are definitely going to eat
my shit, boy, whether you like it or not. Get the picture? Don't you ever think
that your mouth is too good for my shit, Arnold. I'm gonna show you who's boss,
you fucking loser!"
"You know ladies, I've seen this creep staring lustfully at me on many
occasions. As if I'd ever do anything with this guy, other than use his face as
a foot-sweat wipe, or his mouth as my toilet. Let me introduce you to the taste
of my shit, Arnold. It's definitely time for you to be taught a serious lesson,
dude. You're finally getting your comeuppance, you fucking asshole. You're
getting raunched big-time this evening, aren't you, ya little jerk? I hope you
are hungry shit-breath, because I'm gonna make you eat the TITANIC amount of
crap that has been accumulating in my bowels for days now. I've been saving it
up for you, toilet boy. What do you think of that? I've got one major shitload
up my butt right now, and it's all going straight into your toilet mouth,
buster! Oh yeah...here it comes Arnie boy! Time to eat shit, you fucking loser!
Open up your filthy toilet mouth, you fucking pervert, so that I can take a
nice, big dump right into it."
She dropped 10 huge logs of shit into my mouth, and made me eat every one of
them, much to her amusement. "EAT SHIT, Arnold!!" she commanded. "Just EAT MY
SHIT, loser!
I said, "EAT MY TEENAGE SHIT, you worthless fucking toilet! Eat up every
disgusting turd, dude-you deserve to. Just EAT MY FEMALE SHIT and SUFFER!!"
My sister Alyssa was the next girl to use me as a toilet. Despite what I'd
already gone through, she showed me no mercy. I guess most guys would drool over
my sister-she looks identical to Alyssa Milano. "How are you enjoying your meal,
brother darling?" she asked me. "Do you like eating my friends' shit? You've
eaten my shit before, on numerous occasions-like whenever I have to relieve
myself. I just thought you might like to see what my friends' shit tastes like,
as well. Isn't that considerate of me? Gee, you don't look so good Arnold. Are
you sure you're eating properly these days? You look rather malnourished."
Throughout my sister's sarcastic monologue, the other 14 girls were laughing
hysterically at me.
Alyssa continued.
"Now that you are back in this house Arnold, I'm going to be using you as my
toilet on a daily basis. You will also be a toilet for my friends, and for any
other pretty girl who wishes to use you. If you're ever uncooperative, I'll just
beat you up-and then I'll make you eat shit! You don't mind if I make you eat my
shit, do ya loser? You don't have a problem with women's shit, do you Arnold?
Because if you do, I'll make you eat mine, you 27-year old virgin loser. Don't
you just love being humiliated by beautiful girls, Arnold? Don't you just love
being made to eat their shit? A pervert like you deserves that. You deserve to
eat shit just for being alive, and for subjecting women to your hideous
presence. I hope you're going to enjoy chewing up my bowel movement Arnold,
because I am certainly going to enjoy making you do it! You know what girls?
Even prostitutes consistently reject my brother. He's never had pussy in his
entire life! He's never had a girlfriend, and he never will. He is a classic
loser. The only sexual pleasure he ever gets, is when he jerks off thinking
about much younger girls. This pervert fantasizes about girls who are at least a
decade younger than him! For that, he deserves to eat women's shit. So get ready
for another delicious rear-end full of crap, you shit-eating loser! It's time
for you to eat some humble pie."
With that, Alyssa took a shit into my mouth, and made me eat every disgusting
bit of it.
"Take that, you total loser!!" cried my sister victoriously. She had her arms
raised triumphantly, as she watched me eat her shit. "How does that mouthful of
shit taste, Arnold? Huh? Just eat my shit, you perverted virgin. I said EAT
SHIT, Arnold!! EAT SHIT, EAT SHIT, EAT SHIT!! Get a good taste of it, you
fucking creep. You offend me-you eat my shit. You got that? Are you learning
your lesson, Arnold? You'd better be. Just lay there and eat shit like you
deserve, boy. Swallow it, Arnold. Swallow every disgusting bit of it right now!
I said EAT SHIT, ya loser!"
My sister should have lived during the Spanish Inquisition-every day would have
been a fiesta for her. Alyssa continued with my harassment, as her friends
high-fived her ecstatically.
"Do you enjoy munching on my feces, Arnold? How do you like the taste? You're
eating my shit, so you must really love the flavor. I imagine that shit tastes
as horrible as it smells, but you seem to love eating it Arnie, so I'm gonna
give you plenty more to eat in the future. What do you think of that, you little
wimp? Just think about how nasty it is, though. This brown, smelly, slimy,
sticky, gooey, incredibly repulsive mess just came out of my butt. It fell right
out of my ass, and you ate it all! I mean, it would be absolutely disgusting
just to get your hand in somebody else's shit-that alone would be totally gross!
But to get somebody's shit in your mouth! And EAT it!! Now that's just
inconceivable to me. Nothing could be more degrading. Of course, I've never had
to do anything like that, because I am a winner. I am an extremely beautiful,
popular, successful, sexy woman. You however, are a complete loser in every way,
and so naturally, you deserve to eat women's shit. And there is nothing that you
can do to prevent girls from using you as a toilet, because you are too puny,
weak and defenseless to stop them. Girls just beat you up, work you over, and
humiliate you effortlessly. You are a total wimp, Arnold."
At this point, Alyssa retrieved the duct tape and once again, sealed my mouth
shut.
"Consider yourself lucky, Arnold," said Alyssa. "The four girls here who have
not yet taken a crap, are not going to shit into your sissy toilet mouth! Isn't
that nice of them? Instead, they are going to shit all over your ugly face! How
do you like that, you unfortunate virgin loser? My friends are going to take a
dump right onto your hideous face! Do it to him ladies, and enjoy your
movements."
With that, the four remaining girls, all gorgeous teenage vixens, took turns
dropping excrement right onto my helpless face. The stench was completely
unbearable. When they finished, there were about 16 logs of shit covering my
face! I was buried alive under an enormous pile of female shit! Alyssa then put
on a gardening glove, and rubbed the whole mess into my poor face.
"Take that, Arnold!!" Alyssa screamed. "In your face, loser!" shouted another
girl. "You can just lay there Arnold, and SMEELLLLL that nasty pile of shit
enveloping your ugly face." You couldn't even see my face anymore, the pile of
crap atop it was so huge. "Just lay there and SUFFER, Arnold-you complete
loser!"
Bridget was the last girl to speak to me-I easily recognized her by her sexy
Scottish accent.
"Welcome back to the neighborhood, Arnold. You'll be glad to know that you'll be
seeing us quite frequently from now on. We're going to make you eat our shit
every single day. You are going to be the neighborhood toilet, Arnold. We found
a use for you after all! So good night Arnie boy, and have a great life, you
fucking LOSER!!"
At that point, all 15 beautiful bitches laughed hysterically at me for a long
time, before leaving me there, disgraced and destroyed. As they stood there
admiring their work, they held their noses shut, so as not to have to smell the
atrocious odor emanating from my face. "But you can't hold your nose, can you
Arnold?" taunted Alyssa, as everybody celebrated my thorough degradation. And
just as Bridget promised, I now spend my life eating female shit. Every day,
dozens of young women use my mouth as their toilet. Girls I don't even know,
force me to admit that I'm a complete loser. Then, they shit straight into my
mouth, and make me eat it.
I realize I don't exactly have a "way with women", but my love life could be
worse-couldn't it?
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A UNIVERSAL WORKING SLAVE
i was awake. i was lying on the hard bed in the slave stable, and i waited for Madame Loreen to come and wake me up and take me to work. It was dark in the stable, and i couldn´t sleep, i wondered about what time it could be. i counted the seconds, minutes, hours. i wanted to go to the toilet. Then, suddenly, i heard somebody open the big doors to the horse stable. i stopped breathing and waited for the door to the slave stable to open. 30 seconds later the door opens and Madame Loreen is there, now it is very bright in the stable and i can see how beautiful She is. High heels and a short skirt and a nice top. In Her hand she holds a whip.
I get scared when i see Her, “get up and come here!” She commands. i jump of from my bed and stands in front of Her with my look to Her beautiful feet. “Kneel!” and then She commands me to kiss Her shoe. i ask Her if i may use the toilet with a trembling voice and She says yes. Afterwards She tells me to make my bed and i do it quickly and get dressed. But Madame Loreen is not satisfied with the way i made my bed, she tells me to do it again. “Hurry up slave!”
When i am finished with the bed i follow her to the main building where i think i have to do todays work. But first She orders me to sit down on the small chair for slaves and then a kitchen slave brings me tea in a bowl and dry bread. i am eating quickly and when i am ready Madame Loreen gives me orders. First i have to clean the dining room, the floors, tables, everything. The Ladies of the House are sitting at one table, smoking and drinking coffee, and They looked contemptuously at me, not saying a word to me. When i looked at the beautiful Madame Sarka i forgot i was not allowed to look at the Ladies, at least not too long. “what are you looking at slave!!”, i get scared and looks down to the floor, afraid to get whipped, and continues cleaning the floor. i am cleaning the floor beneath these beautiful Women and i am looking at their beautiful legs when i am scrubbing it.
Their beautiful boots with high heels... when i am ready with the floor i stand up and immediately Madame Christine is showing me with her hand that i must clean the table. i do it and starts washing the dishes. When i am ready Madame Loreen gives me some spare time, She locks me in to a cage in the billiard room and then She goes back to the dining room. i can hear them laughing and talking. i wonder how long i have to sit in the cage. After some time i hear the sounds of high heels and They are all coming to the billiard room to play. Nobody of the Ladies care about me, They don´t even look at me. Madame Christine has a personal slave that is kneeling in front of her when she is watching the other Ladies playing. She is smoking and She is drinking wine.
Suddenly she commands Her slave to put his head on the sofa, so that he lies on his back. Then Madame Christine sits on his face, rubbing her beautiful bottom on his face. i am watching all this and i am thinking why can´t that be me? i can see from Her face that She is enjoying this a lot! After a while She is going to the toilet, just to come immediately back out and She goes straight to Madame Loreen to tell Her something. Madame Loreen opens my cage and commands me to clean the Ladie´s toilet, i think that it was not clean enough for Madame Christine to use... my penis gets hard when i am cleaning the toilet, i can feel the smells from these wonderful Women and i would like to know how it would feel to be these Ladies´ own toilet..
It is evening already and i haven´t got anything to eat yet since the breakfast. i am feeling very hungry when i am cleaning the swimming pool and the floor around it. i will have to ask Madame Loreen for something to eat, and i hope that she won´t get angry... «may i have something to eat , Madame Loreen?» She looks at me, then She goes to the kitchen.
She comes back with two bowls, one with rice and the other with water. i start to eat like i haven´t seen food before, like a dog.. When i am ready she brings me to the shower, then when i am ready she is taking me back to the slave stable. The slave must sleep because tomorrow a new working day is waiting. i get undressed and lay down on the hard bed, She is locking the door from outside. It´s dark, and i am starting to wait for the morning, i am again waiting for the sound when She is opening the big door to the horse stable. i am lying there in the dark, thinking about the women and my penis is hard as a rock, and in this moment i knew that i will always be a property of these Women.
i will always be Their slave, as long as i live.
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